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- Minbar in room
- High-speed internet in room
- Swimming pool
- Indoor pool
- Non-smoking hotel
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It was raining. It was 06:30 and there was no way I was prepared to hang around until 08:30 for a shower (read into that what you will), so very quietly we separated ourselves from our nice neighbour and headed out into Hardangerfjord and motored south west in the direction of the open sea. The rain was quite heavy but out to sea, there were no clouds and a hint of blue sky, so I was optimistic that things would improve and indeed they did. There was precious little ...
... which empties out into the Husnesfjorden and to the south west, eventually the Hardangerfjord proper. At this point there is a very large island called Stord and it was at the tip of this that we anticipated staying overnight, in a harbour called Leirvik, about 31 miles from whence we started.
Our trip down consisted of a mixture of sailing and engine work, as the route took us either through sheltered waters or into the wind ...
... meeting at 5:45 and there was flute music to start the day. Quite civilized. We had awhile to hang out in transition. Lady walks up to Jeff, sees he has a Mt Tremblant half IM shirt on and says, 'oh French' and walks away. Hmmm..... Race got under way with the Viking horn as the start gun. Pros went off at 8. Jeff n our friend Jim went off at 8:40. LT n I took off at 9 and we were last group to go. Water was a churned up n muddy getting ...
... as the view was glorious. We could see the mountains around Bergen in the far distance and all around us was an archipelago of islands and islets and with the sea sparkling, it was truly beautiful. And what of the sheep? Well they weren't oil paintings, judge for yourself!
Back to the boat via a very upmarket Spar where we treated ourselves to some ice for our well- deserved g&t's after our exercise, followed by spaghetti bolognaise and bed. A good ...
... a plenty around every corner and they come in all shapes and sizes. The most famous of these is named ‘Seven Sisters’. Many of the roads serpentine their way across the mountains and have distinct names. One famous Road is called the Midwife pass. This is due to a story that in the middle of a blizzard one winter’s eve, a midwife walked all the way up this zigzag road and along the cliff to a remote farmstead, where the farmer’s wife was ...