We take the absence of Virginia for a little getaway for two: Kristiansund, which we are invited by our friends at Polish-German-Norwegian encountered during the previous trip. A very French rite, a strike paralyzed the airline and the only flight from Paris to Oslo the day is canceled. It's bad start. Friends are notified, we give the trip the next day. This time it goes: CDG with Air France-OSLO, OSLO-MOLD-Kristiansund with SAS.
At destination a surprise waiting for us to get off the plane. Our friend Jeanette, Polish origin and devout Catholic, met a few days earlier during a Mass, compatriots serving on a big fishing boat docked at the Russian port of Kristiansund. We are encouraged and expected by the crew on board!
After the visit and some explanations in Polish, translated into German for me then in French for Germain, a meal served to us just for us!
No pictures of the event. This time the Berlin Wall fell, but still! The Soviet Union still existed and dying for a few more months. And perhaps this boat Is not there only to fish after all? The welcome is still warm and we leave in the afternoon with the gift of a large quantity of postcards from Sakhalin Island, home port ... it is not next!
Our friends live a pretty isolated house on the typical colors Kvalvåg Island, close to the ferry.
Even in summer, like last time, the heat turned on full speed ... and the windows are open. Electricity not expensive in Norway! No flaps either in Scandinavian homes. Here's something I've always struggled to understand. In these countries strict, why not keep the cold and damp? Besides the summer when the nights are clear, it is difficult to sleep.
The program for tomorrow: a picnic on an island and a fishing boat in the fjord.
Two days later, we repeat the operation, but the weather is bad and stirred the fjord. We spend more time fishing than actually bailing. Waves of water ice are threatening to go overboard at any moment we may chavirer.Alors we will house the boat in a haven beneficial. Our friend too old to walk very far prefer to stay put. In the absence of a cell phone to ask someone to come pick us up, walk it we are trying to regain any ferry pier ... except that we have no idea of where we are, nor the direction to take and we're not talking about a word of Norwegian. And better, we do not have a penny! After a few hundred meters, we decided to hitchhike. But who would dare take on board his vehicle two strangers dripping rain and feeling the tide? Yet a young mother stops. She drives her children to school and after this detour takes us directly to the pier Kvilsvig. We were actually on the continent.
We take the first ferry and play hide and seek with the Comptroller of tickets for the 15 'cross. We finally arrived at Kvalvåg where we expect our friend angry because we have abandoned her husband ... which happens quietly in his boat along with us!
When we leave, it is once again covered with gifts and quite reconciled. It is they who will soon spend some time with us.
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