Day 14:  July 20 – Stamsund > Nusfjord > Haukland > Leknes > Stamsund

What???!!! A sunny day???!!!  The weather forecasters made good on their promise!  We were all up early, washed, fed and getting into the boat by 9:00 AM.

The plan for today was a drive to Nusfjord, a detour to Haukland on the return trip, stop in Leknes at the ATM and back to Stamsund for a final visit and goodbyes with tante Arna.

The 4 of us loaded into to boat and made the short trip to our slip at the dock beside Gry’s rorbua.

Walking the Plank

Walking the Plank

Our Boat....Not the Big Sailboat

Our Boat….Not the Big Sailboat

Heading for Shore

Heading for Shore

The Mainland Dock Outside Gry's Rorbua

The Mainland Dock Outside Gry’s Rorbua

Captain Leif & His First Mate

Captain Leif & His First Mate

Before leaving Stamsund, Matthew and I climbed a short way up Manfellfjell to get shots of Tørnholmen and that end of Stamsund.  Bonnie and Randi waited in the car.

Tørnholmen & Surroundings

Tørnholmen & Surroundings

It was a nice drive to Nusfjord and, with the bright sunny sky, we were able to see a lot more of the countryside than when it was cloud covered over the past several days.  We arrived in Nusfjord and, because the entire town is a museum and a UNESCO heritage site, there’s a 50 kroner entry fee.

Our first stop was at the restaurant, where we ordered fish burgers and ate at the tables on the dock.  After lunch, while Bonnie and Randi checked out the shops, Matt and I climbed up one of the hills behind the town to get some photos from that high perspective.

Picturesque Nusfjord

Picturesque Nusfjord

Nusfjord's Year Round Residents

Nusfjord’s Year Round Residents

We met up down on the docks then stopped at the restaurant again to get some very attractive photos of each other.

Cool Seats

Cool Seats

Nusfjord Fisherman - Bonnie

Nusfjord Fisherman – Bonnie

Nusfjord Fisherman - Matthew

Nusfjord Fisherman – Matthew

Nusfjord Fisherman - Leif

Nusfjord Fisherman – Leif

Nusfjord Fisherman - Randi

Nusfjord Fisherman – Randi

With that excitement behind us, we stopped at the silversmith’s shop on the walk back to the car.  The silversmith is a Italian who has been in Norway for 35 years.  He moved to Norway the year before our parents moved back.  When I asked if I could take his photo, he said that his face was “grotesque”, but that he was pretty when he was younger.

Norske Italian Silversmith

Norske Italian Silversmith

We made a couple of stops on the way back:  along the road out of Nusfjord to get some photos of Stjerntinden and then a detour to Haukland, to get some shots of Mannen, the mountain Matt and I had hiked up last week.

The Road to Stjerntinden

The Road to Stjerntinden

Haukland & Mannen

Haukland & Mannen

Back in Stamsund, we stopped to visit tante Arna before leaving tomorrow.  I haven’t mentioned it before, but she phones us every year on our birthdays; I always make it a point to call her on her birthday.  We were in Bermuda this year, so I missed that call; however, I was in Stamsund a couple of weeks later, so I got to do it in person.

Arriving at Tørnholmen.

Arriving at Tørnholmen

Arriving at Tørnholmen

Climbing the Stairs at Low Tide

Climbing the Stairs at Low Tide

Our final event was dinner with Hans Christian, Dagny and their son Jin Chrisitian.  It was to be a very classy dinner:  weiners and a couple of leftover ‘kjøtkakker’ in brown sauce, potatoes, vegetables and anything else left in the fridge.  They arrived at 7:00, with a bottle of champagne to toast their first date or, as HC told us, the first time he had kissed Dagny 25 years ago, and to also toast us as the first visitors to stay on Tørnholmen.

Dinner was served at 7:30 and everyone seemed to enjoy it.  The little bit that was left over was put in the fridge for Jin Christian’s lunch.  Our guests left about 9:30 and it wasn’t too long after that we all called it a night.  We had to be up early to finish packing and meet HC at the dock for our final boat ride to the mainland.

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