Return from the North
Jun. 30th, 2025 07:19 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
krpalmerWhen it comes to vacations I do have to admit to remaining happy to let my parents arrange things and go along with them. When they looked into a cruise that would travel up the coast of Norway and return to its starting point via Scotland, I agreed to join them. Some of the ports of call were now familiar, but we were going further north than before, over the Arctic Circle and all the way to a tourist spot called North Cape.
On this trip we were playing things a bit low-key, refraining from paying for most of the “shore excursions” the cruise line offers. The one excursion we did pick was a bus trip to North Cape. As the port we’d landed at nearby wasn’t large, it seems a lot of other people on the ship had picked the same trip; there were multiple waves of buses to and from the visitor centre. The cape itself looms high above the water and has been a tourist spot since the closing decades of the nineteenth century, but in checking the subject later I did notice claims a low point of land nearby (that I did happen to take a picture of) is a little bit further north.
At our other ports of call we walked around on our own and sometimes dropped in on small museums. At Edinburgh we were intent on making a bus trip by ourselves to a nearby museum we’d passed during previous vacations traveling to my mother’s childhood home town. The mining museum we visited happens to have preserved a coal mine started at the end of the nineteenth century that my grandfather worked in. This was interesting in its own way, although as with other vacations it’s good to get back.
On this trip we were playing things a bit low-key, refraining from paying for most of the “shore excursions” the cruise line offers. The one excursion we did pick was a bus trip to North Cape. As the port we’d landed at nearby wasn’t large, it seems a lot of other people on the ship had picked the same trip; there were multiple waves of buses to and from the visitor centre. The cape itself looms high above the water and has been a tourist spot since the closing decades of the nineteenth century, but in checking the subject later I did notice claims a low point of land nearby (that I did happen to take a picture of) is a little bit further north.
At our other ports of call we walked around on our own and sometimes dropped in on small museums. At Edinburgh we were intent on making a bus trip by ourselves to a nearby museum we’d passed during previous vacations traveling to my mother’s childhood home town. The mining museum we visited happens to have preserved a coal mine started at the end of the nineteenth century that my grandfather worked in. This was interesting in its own way, although as with other vacations it’s good to get back.
