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In the morning we cruised through a relatively rural area with some large fields.

More photos from the canal trip can be found on my website.

There were lots of sheep, goats and cows. It appears the Dutch rotate rotate cows and sheep on the pasture land.

These seemed to be some type of fruit trees. The Dutch seem have mastered the art of bending nature to their needs. In the rural areas the houses were build near roads that were back from the canal with fields between the houses and the canal. As we would near a city things seemed to be reversed with the houses on the canal.

After cruising for about 30 minutes we reached the small town of Montfoort. There was a small backup of boats waiting for the bridge in Montfoort to open. During the trip we did not encounter all that many boats. From some of the photos I looked at the summer is a different story. Some of the bridges had digital displays showing the wait times to get under a bridge or through a lock.

I’m not quite sure what this picture implies.

After leaving Montfoort we cruised through more rural areas before reaching Oudewater. As we came into Oudewater we encountered a bridge where the operator dangled a shoe over the canal so Sara place our toll payment in it. This was the only bridge we encountered that use this method for collecting payments.

We docked in Oudewater. Lots of flowers out as we walked along the canal. As you can see everyone is wearing their winter gear even though it was spring.

Our first stop was St Michael’s Church. We were given a tour by a local guide. The last photo is of a door which was placed in the church in remembrance of the Jews that were killed in the Holocaust.

We visited the Museum de Heksenwaag better known as the Witches Weight House Museum. In the middle ages witches were thought to be light so they would be thrown into the water and if they were light enough to float they would be a witch if they sank they would not be a witch. Either way they were dead. A variation was to bring them to a weight house. In most cases the weight houses were rigged and many innocents were burned or drowned. The weigh house in Oudewater was a bit different, as it was said to have been approved as a fair weighing site by Holy Roman Emperor Charles V. Thanks to the this, no one is thought to have gone to the stake from its scales. Witches wanted to be weighed in Oudewater and witch weighing became a thriving business. Today each person weighed on the scale receives a certificate indicating they are not a witch.


The Museum de Heksenwaag happened to next to the town market. It was here we fell in live with stroopwaffels. Little did we know that when we returned home we would find stroopwaffel smoothies at McDonald’s.


Nice photo bomb.

After the market we walked around Oudewater a bit before heading back to the boat.

From Oudewater we cruised to Gouda which was our final destination of the day. It took all day to make the trip which would have taken an hour and a half by bike. If I were a biker I would certainly  consider making a bike trip to the Netherlands. Bike trails go everywhere and the country is so small you could cover a lot of it in a couple of weeks. We encountered a windmill Just outside the city.

As were going through the locks the lock operators dog came over and jumped onto the boat. He was a very friendly dog and we would have been happy to take him with us.

The locks at Gouda were a bit different than most of the locks we used. Rather than swinging out they allowed water to pass through them and then were lifted up when a boat exited.

Several shots of scenes along the canal as we cruised into downtown Gouda.

We tided the Delft up just a short distance from the main square in town. We had water and electricity available and there were showers at a restaurant a short way down the canal.

   These were a set of Stumbling Stones we found in Gouda. The Stumbling Stone project was started by the German artist Gunter Deming in 1992. It’s goal was to commemorate individuals where they worked or lived before they fell victim to Nazi terror. The idea originated from the fact that when Jewish cemeteries were destroyed throughout Nazi Germany  the gravestones were often repurposed as sidewalk paving stones. The person’s name and dates of birth, deportation and death are recorded on each stone. The stones are placed at the individual’s last known place of freely chosen residence or work, with the intention to “trip up the passer-by” and draw attention to the memorial. they are indeed a powerful reminder of what happened.

The stones were placed in front of this building.

Gouda has beautiful canals throughout the city.

On our tour of the city we visited the market and returned to our boat for a nice meal before turning in. Captain Dave enjoyed a nightcap.

We were once again up early. When we checked in the hotel staff suggested that we get down to breakfast early Sunday morning because it was going to be crowded.The Scandic Nidelven has a fantastic breakfast and I wanted to be first in line. My wife was a little less enthusiastic. We had eaten breakfast at the hotel once before but this was something else. I’ve never seen anything like it. Wow!!! The photos were taken the next morning and do not do the Sunday spread justice.

After breakfast we walked along the Nidelven River taking some photos. It was a very overcast day.

Near our hotel there was a bridge with an interesting sign. It counted the number of cyclists that had passed over the bridge for the day and year. In other places signs counted the number of pedestrians that had walked past. There were also signs thanking you for walking.

Our first major stop was Kristiansten Fortress. As we neared the fortress my wife spotted a building that she had worked in when she was a student in Norway. At that time it was a nursing home but we couldn’t figure out what it is now. There were some outstanding views of Trondheim from the Fortress.

On the way down from the Fortress we encountered a cat. When I went to photograph the cat I found this nice dandelion. Apparently they are everywhere.

In our wanderings we encountered this bike lift. Apparently you put your bike into this contraption and it gives you a ride to the top of the hill. We waited around to see if anyone would use it but no such luck. Later in the day we noticed someone trying to use it be either it wasn’t working or he didn’t know how to use it.

As a former librarian I couldn’t pass up a photo of the Little Free Library. We have these in the states as well but I’ve never figured out the attraction. In Menomonie we have one right outside the public library.

Walking along the Nidelven River we could see the Nidaros Cathedral in the background. Eventually we made our way to the Cathedral. On the way we passed the University Student Center where my wife spent time when she was a student.

When we reached the Cathedral church services were just getting out. The Cathedral grounds were beautiful and the tulips were in full bloom.


My wife worked at the Sverresborg Folk Museum when she was a student. Her Norwegian was good enough that folks couldn’t tell that she wasn’t Norwegian. She found the bus she used to take to work and we jumped on and rode out to the Museum. It was looking like rain so we didn’t have a lot of time to tour around.

Linda hardly recognized the Museum given all of the changes that had taken place. This was the ticket office when she work there.

Sheep and Goats were grazing at the Museum farm.

It was raining out when we finished our tour. While Linda waited at the bus stop I walked across the street and watched a soccer game. Not a very big field but the players were really skilled for their age.

We took a bus back downtown and a little later in the day the weather began to clear. With the improving weather we decided to walk down to the Bakklandet or old city center of Trondheim. It consists of narrow streets and wooden houses.

We then headed to the Wharf area along the Nidelven River. Many of the old wharves had been renovated and turned into trendy shops.

We also walked over the old bridge many times.


It looked to be a beautiful day. Our first stop was Kabelvag Church.

There were some beautiful view of the mountains as we drove along the coast before stopping at the quaint fishing village of Henningsvaer.

After leaving Henningsvaer we drove past Lofoten Links, the only golf course we saw on the entire trip. There appeared to people playing although it was early spring.

The area we were driving through seemed to be much flatter and more agricultural than what we saw the previous day. We encountered a man and his son driving sheep down the road.

On the way to Ramberg Beach we noticed this small fishing village so we drove down along the water to take a closer look.

When we reached Ramberg Beach it was cool out but folks were still picnicking although a short time later the sun was blocked by the mountain and the place was suddenly deserted.

There was a hiking trail along the shoreline so my wife and I decided to take a walk in the sun. Along the way we encountered some sheep grazing. There was also a sign indicating that you should beware of the rams.

On the way back to Svolvaer we took a few back roads along the coast.

When we reached Svolvaer we turned in our rental car. The rental shop was closed so I took a number of photos of the car to show there wasn’t any damage. In the process I made a major mistake which I’ll describe later.

After turning in the rental car we walked downtown to get something to eat.

It was a beautiful evening so we stopped for some soft is. We then walked back to our Airbnb taking photos of the harbor along the route.

When we reached our Airbnb we used the keypad to enter the lobby. When I reached for my room key it was nowhere to be found. I searched all of my pockets. My wife searched all of my pockets. I recalled that I had put the room key in the same pocket as my camera. Apparently when I had removed my camera the room key had fallen out. To make matters worse our host and her husband had gone off to another island for the weekend. We had to call them and explain the situation. She was willing to come back but we told here we would search for the key first.

We retraced our steps checking along the way to see if it had fallen on the ground where I had taken photos. It wasn’t until we reached the rental car lot that we found the key on the ground. Normally I keep my camera in a pocket with nothing else in it but for some unknown reason I didn’t upon returning to Svolvaer. By the time we found the key it was getting late. We were very relieved to find the key as was our Airbnb host.







It was June 2nd and we were in the last week of our trip. We didn’t have any major stops on our agenda for the day. Our destination for the day was Stykkisholmur, Iceland where we had another airbnb waiting for us. We would retrace our route from Patreksfjörður on highway 62 until we connected back up with Highway 60.

Harbor Stykkisholmur Iceland

Harbor Stykkisholmur Iceland

We had breakfast at the airbnb. there was no cooking facilities but we purchased some rolls at a local bakery and of course had tea and Skyr. Skyr was our go to food on the trip. It was convenient because in Iceland each package comes with a spoon.

This photo illustrates two things. First, it shows how many people drive in Iceland. The roads are narrow and have no shoulders. So it is common to drive down the middle of the road and pull to the right when meeting a car or when a car wants to pass. Second, this is one of the few vehicles that we passed on our three week visit to Iceland. Not to say that my wife is a bad driver but she is known for being slow. At home none of the kids on the soccer team wanted to ride with us because she drove the speed limit. Things didn’t change in Iceland. It always took us 1.5 to 2 times as long to get someplace as the Google Maps indicated. We did pass this RV, a tractor and one car. As it turned out the car was making a right hand turn so it had slowed down.


Sheep are an ever present road hazard when driving in Iceland. These were intent on crossing the single lane bridge, also common in Iceland, before we did. It would be nice if they stayed in the fields but even where there were fences they managed to get out quite frequently. The grass is always greener on the other side of the fence.



The ever present no crapping sign. According to the Icelandic Monitor this problem was much worse in 2015. I’m not sure what happened but it isn’t because they put up more rest rooms.


So far it had been a rather dull trip. It was cloudy and foggy most of the day making for some dull scenery. As we neared Hvammsfjordur the sun started to peek out a bit. This was a view from a little pull off along the road where some people were camping.



Views from-Highway-60-Iceland-16-6-_5050

Just a short drive down the road near the head of Hvammsfjordur we encountered a strange phenomenon. The clouds were pouring over the mountains and down the side. It reminded us of a waterfall.



It looked like the sun might make a full return as we turned off of highway 60 and caught highway 54 toward Stykkisholmur.



When we arrived in Stykkisholmur we decided the town was small enough that we could walk down to the harbor area. There were quite a few interesting places to visit in town but it was late and they were closed. Once we reached the harbor we climbed a hill and had some great views of the harbor and city.




When we walked back down to the docks a fishing boat had just come in and they were unloading their catch of Lumpfish. Most of them are sold to china for caviar.


It was getting to be dinner time and we noticed a food stand on the docks that was still open. We decided to try the fish and chips. It was very good although a little messy to eat.



After dinner it was time to call it a nigh so we headed back to our airbnb for the night.

More photos and a complete listing of my Icelandic blogs can be found on my website.