Norway’s Fiords and Culture
Text and Photos by Yvette Cardozo
April, 2010 Vol. 14, No. 6
An ax in his hands, the guide stands takes a swing at what appears to be a log on the chopping block. Only, it’s not a log. It’s dried fish, the basis of Norway’s food chain.
Yeah, the stuff is hard as wood.
“A good assault weapon,” quips one local.
Slivers are handed around. Fish jerky. Not bad.
It’s not our first surprise.
Hurtigruten’s voyage up Norway’s coast is not so much a boat trip as it is a chance to see the country’s culture … to travel with the locals, to meet the people of the land. And, oh yes, to nibble their food.
It doesn’t hurt that you are in the same “hotel” for a week, spared the hassle of incessant packing and unpacking as the world passes by your nose.
Launching in Bergen, a city with a rich history of the Hansiatic League (a Middle Ages German trade guild that controlled everything), wonderful museums, narrow alleys with centuries old wood buildings, and its even more wonderful fish market full of smoked salmon and cod but better yet, of cheap caviar.
And then Alesund, our introduction to the Geiranger Fjord. National Geographic Traveler calls the Norwegian fjords one of the world’s most untouched destinations and Geiranger Fjord is on the UNESCO World Heritage list.
Okay, so you get the idea this is pretty spectacular.
The highlight was a shore excursion along the fjord that started with a bus ride up Eagle’s Road, eleven seriously sharp switch back turns that climb 2,135 feet. Off in the distance, we could see the occasional farmhouse, rising above terrain so steep it could only be reached via ladders.
Back aboard, the next few days were a succession of charming towns and villages, each with its own special features:
Alesund features Art Nouveau architecture … a flowery style with curved lines, round towers and bas relief fruit etched across the buildings.
Trondheim has Nidaros Cathedral, breathtakingly intricate stonework built in the 12th Century. But also, it has an open air museum with buildings from its past and a stave church where, in summer, your guide will sing medieval hymns.
Tromso, Paris of the North, has a stunning Arctic Cathedral, whose stone triangle rises 120 feet like a mountain of ice. Inside is a mosaic of eleven tons of colored bits of inlaid glass. Tromso also has Polaria Aquarium, where you can walk through a glass tunnel while seals swim over your head.
In the end, though, the trip is about the people and the ship.
“Hurtigruten” means “fast route” and from the beginning this ship line has been a combination cargo/mail carrier, ferry and tourist adventure. Before Hurtigruten, it could take months for mail to traverse the country of Norway. The ship line reduced this to days by finding a new… a fast … route up the coast.
In 1893, its first year, the ships carried 6,000 passengers along the coast. Today, the average is 460,000 a year on twelve ships.
But unlike the Alaska marine ferry, which can be rustic and feature people camping in tents on deck, Hurtigruten’s top ships, the Millennium class, are true cruise ships with efficient, if somewhat small, standard cabins, top notch food, even nightly entertainment and hot tubs.
These ships are not, however, aimed at Americans, which means no midnight buffets, a lot of unexpected extra charges (mid afternoon coffee for instance) and very little hand holding. You are expected, frankly, to do a lot of wandering on your own.
Our trip on the MS Trollfjord went north from Bergen to Kirkenes, stopping at thirty four towns, passing the Arctic Circle, the northernmost point of the European continent, and a host of spectacular inlets.
None was more thrilling, though, than Trollfjord.
At 11pm, to the strains of Greig’s “Hall of the Mountain King,” we entered the cut. It’s only 1.2 miles long but every inch is breathtaking. At its tightest, the fjord is 120 feet across. The ship is eighty feet, meaning a vessel large enough to carry 822 passengers had only twenty feet of clearance on either side.
And what stood before us were twin sheets of rock 3,000 feet tall, sliced with waterfalls. At the end, the captain nosed the ship to within mere feet of the rock, then using small bow propellers, just slid it around like a dancer twirling in slow motion.
Of course, we also had an Arctic Circle ceremony for crossing 66.33 degrees north.
First King Neptune, beard, cape, trident and all, greeted us in three languages. Then candidates knelt while Neptune dribbled ice cubes down their necks. Our reward was a shot of crowberry wine.
And other times we explored the … food.
You don’t think of Norway as being a place for adventure food but if you embrace the local cuisine, you not only have fun but learn the culture.
Fish is what keeps the country afloat, so to speak. Locals were writing poetry to their quirky dried fish five hundred years ago.
Clipfish is made from dried, salted cod and is, well, salty. Stockfish, which is only slightly salted and exported to most of Europe, is considered a national treasure. Only the Norwegians seem to have the right wind and temperature to air dry cod. Racks line the bare hills in the far north and it is prepared in any number of ways … eaten with a bit of butter straight like jerky, soaked and boiled, fried, you name it.
What made it so valuable was that it could last unrefrigerated for ten years. It dries rock hard and in its natural state, can be, as one local quipped with an absolutely straight face, used as a lethal weapon. There’s a museum up north where the guide takes an ax to the stuff.
Then, there is gjetost, Norwegian brown cheese. It’s the color of peanut butter, has a distinctive gamy taste and comes in various strengths … goaty, goatier, goatiest.
It also quickly becomes an addiction.
We also sampled lots of reindeer, which is lean and tasty. And at a Sami camp, we had reindeer broth, which was heavy with the taste of marrow and perfect in cold, wet, snowy weather.
There were other adventures beyond the food. In Bodo we went on a rib boat ride … a rubber Zodiac boat where we sat wedged in like a roller coaster car. Call it an amusement ride with benefits. We saw eagles, eider ducks and thousands of seagulls. But best of all, we played alongside the infamous Maelstrom, the thirty foot wide whirlpool mentioned by Jules Verne in Journey to the Center of the Earth.
When we left Bergen in early May, it was spring. Flowers were blooming, the air was warm. After the Arctic Circle, it started, finally, looking like the far, far north. Soft green hills gave way to sharp snowy peaks. Snow lay on the ground in patches down to sea level. Ice filled shallow lakes and a couple of times, it actually snowed.
One of our last days, Antelias, a young Sami man came aboard and told us about native Sami life … that half of all Sami (Laplanders) live in Norway, that some people still do live in tents when migrating but most today live in simple cabins, that they don’t herd the reindeer so much as follow them.
But when I asked how many reindeer his family owns, Antelias frowned slightly.
“That is disrespectful,” he said.
Later, I learned that originally such figures were secret because of tax matters but today, it’s just considered rude … as if you walked up to a stranger, in say, Los Angeles, and asked him how much money he makes.
Antelias also sang a traditional Sami song for us. It was more a chant really, and sounds almost like the Navajo language. Their tents, by the way, are teepees. This similarity can’t be coincidence.
We were really settling into a routine, watching people come and go, watching cars, furniture, pallets of food and beer, barrels of who knows what come and go.
Our last full day, at the top of Norway, it truly looked like the far north. The low hills were striped with snow. Fog hung over the landscape, sifting like smoke through the round peaks. Trees were far to the south and the tallest thing that grew was brown, grassy scrub.
Yet, tucked in a cove was a collection of houses painted in Norway’s ubiquitous red, yellow and white … the fishing village of Havoysund, clinging to existence here at 70.59 North.
And then, after seven days, we were in Kirkenes. The ship turns here and heads back south. Many people stay aboard, doing the round trip in eleven days. Kirkenes, it turns out, is somewhat of an adventure capital. In summer, you can go out with a crab fisherman, watch divers bring up crabs and have them freshly cooked for you. In winter, the trip is by snowmobile and the fishing is through the ice.
Notes about Norway:
Norway’s strawberries and carrots are famous throughout Europe for being super sweet. It is a combination of cold to shock the plants into producing extra sugar and lots of sunlight in summer. Also, apples, pears, plums and cherries are grown on postage stamp plots carved out of the steep hillsides of the fjords.
Winter is a great time to visit. The weather is actually drier then, the skies are clear, the northern lights are fantastic and along the coast, the temperatures are mild. Even at its darkest, there is light … a dreamy blue that is starlight and moonlight reflected off the snow.
Norwegians eat more pizza per capita than any other people on Earth. The tiny town of Stordal, population 1,000, makes and exports frozen pizza and as a result, the unemployment rate is zero.
Virtually all Norwegians speak English. They study it beggining in the 4th grade.
The Sami people are not Norwegians. They are related to Finns, Hungarians … and Koreans … with round faces, high cheekbones, dark hair and slightly slanted eyes. They have their own non Viking history going back thousands of years and today also have their own parliament.
Vikings never wore hats with horns. Credit this myth to Wagner’s Valkyrie opera. Nor did they “bury” their dead by sending burning ships to sea. We’ve got a Kirk Douglas movie to thank for that.
The Polar Circle marker is actually either 300 yards or 1.2 miles south of the real circle but it remains where it is because this spot is more photogenic. The North Cape, at 71.10.21 North (a mere 1,255 miles from the North Pole, by the way), isn’t Europe’s northernmost point. The real north point is another mile further on but can only be reached by hiking a 5.5 mile trail. But, hey, the North Cape has Europe’s northernmost gift shop, post office … and a flush toilet.
CONTACTS
Hurtigruten ships travel the coast of Norway year round. The most upscale are the three Millenium class ships, MS Trollfjord, MS Midnatsol and MS Finnmarken. Standard cabins are small but well laid out. The ships make an average three dozen stops, some for just twenty minutes, but many for several hours so passengers can wander and take guided tours. Price for standard cabin one way averages from $1,000 to $5,000 US, depending on the time of year, the ship and the cabin.
Norway: www.visitnorway.com/us
Hurtigruten Cruises: www.hurtigruten.us
Oslo: www.visitoslo.com
Vigeland Sculpture Park: www.Norwayguide.no/ta/vigeland.htm (Two hundred naked Gustave Vigeland granite and bronze statues in Oslo shouldn’t be missed.)
Other sites include: Viking Ship Museum, Maritime Museum, The Oslo opera house, and Nobel Peace Center.