We had a lovely day in Bar Harbor.  The sun shone all day, there was a light breeze, and the temperature was pleasantly warm.  There is no geographical sites unless you drive up to Acadian National Bark, which we drove through last summer.  The museum is Native American history, which I have seen lots of over the years.  What is attractive in Bar Harbor is the seaside, the shops (assuming you shop), the clapboard buildings and the beautiful estate ‘cottages.’

Bar Harbor was a hotel town back in the day.  There were enough hotel rooms for 2,500 people, but in the late 1800’s some wealthy influential people began to build summer cottages to ‘get away from the city.’  Gradually the hotel rooms disappeared and more and more cottage cropped up.  Over the last 10-15 years, Bar Harbor has become increasingly  popular as a summer holiday destination and there are many new ‘old style’ hotels and many of the grand cottages are B & Bs..

The harbour navigation pilot getting off and US Border and Immigration arriving. We had not booked a tour here since we drove through the area and stayed in Bar Harbor two nights last summer.  We just wandered around the town, tried to locate a cache (DNF – Did Not Find) in the Village Green, walked the Shore Path (we did find a cache along here), and wandered back to town again.  We were in no hurry to be anywhere, the weather was pleasant and sat on a bench at the harbor for almost an hour before getting on a tender back to the ship.

There were two HAL ships in the harbor today.  We met the Maasdam at St. John’s and it was also anchored in Bar Harbor.  The Maasdam will be ending its current cruise in Boston tomorrow too.  After that the Veendam and the Maasdam will be on an alternating rotation going up the New England/Canada coast for the fall colour season.  We had thought the Carnival Splendor that was also berthed in St. John’s might be in Bar Harbor today but they didn’t show.  The two HAL ships made for a busy enough town as it was.

The crew of the Veendam has been working very had over the last few weeks making sure everything aboard is in tip-top working condition because today in Bar Harbor they undergo a Coast Guard inspection which determines whether or not we set sail again.  I am pretty confident we will pass.

“Tha-tha-that’s all folks.”  The exploring (via cruise ship anyway) has ended.  Bar Harbor is our last port of call. Everyone on the ship – passengers and crew – was screened by US Border and Immigration officials this morning.  Tomorrow morning at 7 am we dock at Boston’s Black Falcon Terminal Cruiseport and everyone will be off the ship by 9:30.  Tonight we pack.

When we get to Boston we will take a cab into the city and locate the condo we have rented for the week.  We will also have to find a grocery store and lay is some provisions, especially breakfast foods.  We can drop off our luggage at 11:30 but we can’t get the key until 3.  The condo is located in Beacon Hill, near the Boston Common, right on the historical Black Heritage Trail so we will probably walk that route before going to the condo to settle in.  Another week of adventure beckons.  Stay tuned….

We had nice weather on our sea day between St. John’s, NL and Halifax, NS.  The water was a lovely shade of blue/green – very like the colour we saw embedded in the icebergs.  And, surprise, surprise, we actually did a couple of things.

At 10 am there was a presentation about the crew’s lives on board – their contracts (usually 8-10 months), training (HAL maintains training universities at Manilla in the Philippines and Jakarta in Indonesia), cabins (2 people per), entertainment (games, parties, movies, DVD, excursions), religious services (provided for Protestant, Catholic, Muslim, Hindu and Jewish if any), food (their own chefs that cook the favorite foods of both nationalities), plus information about entertainers contracts, officers mess and cabins and much more.  It was very interesting.

At 11 am we attended the Mariner’s Reception and received our Silver Medallions representing 300 days sailed with Holland America Line.  Bronze is 100 days.  We received that on our very first cruise on a HAL ship in 2009 when we went around the world in 128 days.  Gold Medallion is for 500 days and there were about 50 people on the ship who have that level. They awarded five more at the reception.  The biggie though is Platinum for 700 days or more.  There were 8 people in the room that already have their platinum medallions – they brought them with them and wore them. Not something I would do, but whatever.  Three people were  awarded platinum; one fellow has sailed over 900 days on HAL ships.  I wish it was me.  I don’t think that will happen anytime soon though.  The total accumulated HAL sailing days of all the people in the room was over 85,000!  That is a lot of loyal cruisers.

After the reception with the free champagne we walked to the other end of the ship and had the Mariner’s Lunch with more free champagne – always a good thing.  Holland has a lot of people who cruise with them over and over – due in a large part to the varied itineraries and the smaller ships – and this ship has over 500 four and five star Mariner’s aboard.  All people who have taken a Holland cruise before get invited to a Mariner’s luncheon. They space them out throughout the cruise so some people had their lunch quite early on.  Stars are the reward program represented by the number of days you cruise on HAL ships PLUS extra ‘days’ earned via onboard spending – shore excursions, shopping, photos, drinks, etc.  Not gambling though.  At four star you get discounts in the shops, at the specialty restaurants, priority boarding and priority tenders, and free laundry services.  The highest is five stars and that constitues 1000 sea and shopping credit days.

With such a jam-packed morning we had to take the afternoon off and read and rest in our cabin.   I worked a bit though and published my St. John’s blog.

Today we arrived in Halifax under cloudy skies with rain predicted – which we got in buckets off and on throughout the day.  As in St. John’s we had spent several days in Halifax last year on our cross-Canada drive so we didn’t need to go sightseeing.  Instead we walked down the pier a short distance and went to the Immigration Museum at Pier 21.

Last summer when we went to view the exhibits in the immigration museum we were asked if anyone in our families had immigrated to Canada and if so the staff in the archive room would be happy to look up the ships, dates, ports of entry, etc.  I was very excited that they found my grandmother along with my mother and her three sister’s entry into Canada in 1930.  We could not pin down the information for my grandfather when he came about a year earlier because there were 6 William Young’s listed.

Since our visit last year I had received some extra information from my cousin in Scotland that I hoped would enable the Archive staff to find what ship my grandfather arrived on and when.  They did and  we discovered something new in the process.  My grandfather had come to Canada once before – from 1910-1915 and he lived and worked in Vancouver.  He returned to Scotland for WWI military service then came back in 1930 eight and a half months before his wife and the four girls.  I have never heard about that earlier time in Canada.

We were also able to get copies of the ship’s manifests from my mother and her sister’s return to Scotland in 1937 after their parents had died.  And of my mother’s solo return to Canada in 1939 when she was nine.  (Her sisters were all older and working in Scotland and mom returned to live with the couple that had fostered her after the deaths of her parents).

And not to forget John’s family we found the manifests for the arrival from England of his maternal grandfather and later his grandmother and her three children (John’s mother was 4 at the time).

The final icing on the family history cake was getting a print of the recruitment acceptance paper for my mother’s foster father Alvin G. Isaac (who I knew as my Grandpa)  when he joined the Canadian Overseas Expeditionary Force in 1917!  What a great day!

After we finished getting about five pounds of paper to add to my luggage we located a few geo-caches, found a great pub to have lunch, and wended our way back to the ship in time for sail-away at 4 pm.

The back of Government House

Our ship’s reflection in an officd building window near the port terminal.

When we arrived in Halifax the ship was greeted at the pier by a piper and a drummer and a different piper and drummer played for us as we cast off the lines and sailed away towards our final port of call Bar Harbor, Maine. Despite the intermittent rainfall we had a good time in Halifax.

We only have one more port so at dinner we exchanged emails and addresses with our table mates. We had an hilarious time every evening.  Nice folks, good times.

 Bob and Barbara from The Villages in Florida. They also had the cabin next door.

Jim and Lynn from Victoria.  Fellow BC people.

Shiela and Lois from the Seattle area.  Travelling companions.  Lois is widowed and Shiela left her husband at home just days before their wedding anniversary and also over her birthday.  Lovely ladies.  Such fun.

And little ole’ us.

Our cruise is rapidly coming to an end.  We will be in St. John’s today – noon to 8 pm – then only two more ports before we are back in Boston.  I better start deciding what we are going to go see when we are there.  I have a long list.

The weather was quite nice yesterday as we sailed from Greenland.  We managed to walk 2 ½ miles on the deck.  Other than that it was the usual reading, visiting friends and puzzles.  We had our second to last formal night as well.  Another one tomorrow.  There have been nine on this cruise – every sea day, bar one.  No other cruise we have been on has had so many formals so close together.  Many people are not happy about it either.  The dining room has more and more vacant tables with every formal as people just don’t want to bother getting gussied up so often.

Since we spent four days in St. John’s on our trip last summer we only have a couple of things we want to see and some geo-caches we would like to find.  The weather is not so good today; windy and foggy when we woke up but high cloud by the time we entered the harbour and docked; with no rain.

St. John’s has a hidden harbour.  It is hard to see from the sea as there is quite a narrow entrance channel with rocky hills on each side.  The width between the rocks is 90 meters.  Our ship is 31 meters wide so if there is a strong wind, going in or out of St. John’s harbour becomes quite a challenge.  Once you have sailed between the rocks though a large sheltered harbour is in front of you.  The pier is right down town so it was an easy – albeit, uphill – walk to shops and restaurants. St. John’s was very welcoming.  There was a young girl and boy playing guitar and singing, two female police officers on their black horses, a Labrador Retriever and a Newfoundland dog and several St. John’s Ambassadors handing out maps and answering questions.  Really nice.

First of the two things I missed last summer was the Provincial War Memorial; considered to be one of the most beautiful memorials in the world.  There were lovely blooming flowers at street level, many wreaths lying at the base and memorial plaques along the front.  There was even a recently placed (2013) plaque in memory of those who fought and died during the War of 1812-15 between “Upper Canada” and the USA.

We located a cache at the NATO Peacekeepers Memorial and then walked down the street to St. John’s Anglican Cathedral, which was open for tours.  The church took 40 years to build and then was heavily damaged in one of the three Great Fires of St. John’s in the late 1800s.  It took 40 more years to restore.  Lovely building and very nice ladies to show you around.

The United Church was across the street, St. Andrew’s Presbyterian Church was a couple of blocks away and the Basilica of St. John the Baptist (Roman Catholic) was only a few blocks above that.

Of course, the thing we like most about St. John’s is the houses and it was fun to walk the streets and see all the varied and bright colours.

The second thing I wanted to see that we missed last summer was the O’Mara Pharmacy Museum and even though we walked along Water Street to where it was supposed to be we couldn’t find it.

We were unable to find the next cache we hunted for but successfully found the third.  No luck with the fourth one though.  It was located in the rocks at the base of a sculpture right on the pier beside the ship but there were too many muggles (non-geocaching folks) around and cars passing by for us to spend the time shifting things around to find it.

We went on board and got changed for dinner.  All aboard was 7:30 and sail away was 8 o’clock.  The side thrusters on the ship pushed us away from the pier and then the captain swung the ship 180 degrees so we could sail out the harbour.  Just as we cleared the channel we were saluted with musket fire from up on Signal Hill.  A nice farewell to a nice day.

At 7 am the ship anchored off the coast of Nanortalik (Nan-or-ta-lick), Greenland, a small sealing and fishing community about 78 km west of Qaqortoq, as the crow flies.  Nanortalik is often described as a colder version of the California Pacific coast region because of the small variance in annual temperatures.  Summer highs hit 6C (44 F) and winter lows are about -3C (24 F).  The original community, called Nennortalik, was settled by Danish fishermen in 1770.  It was located behind the hills at the back of the current village which was founded in 1797. The name means, “Place of the polar bears,” or “Where the polar bears go.”  The people are a mix of Inuit and Danish.  Mountain climbers come here from all over the world to climb nearby Ketil Mountain and Ulamertorsuaq (pronunciation of this one is beyond me).  In 2004 gold was discovered 30 km north of the village and a mine has been started.  This will drastically change the economic structure of Greenland in the future.

The weather was cool and cloudy with a drizzling rain.  The sea was very calm so our tender ride was short and smooth.  Nanortalik did a good job promoting the community.  Right at the pier was a map of the town showing all the important buildings – church, cultural center, museum, tourism office, grocery stores, etc.  They also had several cultural events scheduled for the visitors: a talk on the community and lifestyle, a dance show and a local choir concert.

We walked over to the church because there is a cache hidden in the rocks nearby.  We looked all over the place among the boulders but could not find it.  Rats.  The church, as you would expect from a Scandinavian settlement, is Lutheran.  A member of the congregation was lighting the candles at the altar and in the chandeliers for the 10 am service.  The minister was there as well and I asked him when the church had been built.  He looked puzzled and I realized he did not understand English.  He looked at his watch then held up his finger in a ‘wait a moment’ gesture before hurrying down the aisle.  He returned in a couple of minutes with a lady who could translate.  Next year will be the 100^th anniversary of the congregation.

After our disappointing search for the cache we walked back through town and almost to the end of the community before heading back to the middle and the tender.  We made a quick stop in the very busy and crowded gift shop where I managed not to buy anything as usual.  There were some very nice seal skin handbags and slippers though.  We caught the 11am tender, warmed up our chilly damp feet in the cabin and went for lunch in the Lido.

The last tender from shore to ship was 12:30 and by 1 pm we were on our way.  We will be at sea all day tomorrow and the captain plans to dock at St. John’s, Newfoundland at noon on Tuesday.

There was an absolutely massive iceberg on the outskirts of the bay during sail-away.  John thinks the peak must be over 100′ high.

24 hours in Prince Christian Sound

We spent one and a half days and two nights aboard a rocking ship.  Our cabin is on A deck – the lowest passenger deck.  There is a crew deck and a cargo deck below us so our window is about 30’ above the water.  We had waves hit the window and completely cover the glass so things were definitely rolling.  The captain had said on his noon report that the swells and the wind would lessen and the night of Aug 21 should be calm and we could expect a nice day for our scenic cruising on the 22^nd.

It is amazing how weather can change.  By the time the sun set that night all was calm and the colours in the sky were lovely.

                                                              Aug 21     9 pm

I woke up at 6:30 this morning to partly cloudy skies and the rocky slopes of Prince Christian Sound going by the window.  We went out to the bow deck where it was brisk to say the least.  Our trip into Prins Christian Sund is the route the captain had planned to sail out on our trip east. The passage has opened up enough now that we are able to go through.  We enjoyed a couple of cups of coffee/cocoa, took a bunch of photos and went for breakfast.

Aug 22  7:30 – 8 am

   We spent some time on the upper deck (14) until almost lunchtime then came into our cabin to warm up and upload the photos.  Once we had warmed up we had some nice hot Dutch Pea Soup and went back up to deck1 14. This was our pattern for the day – inside, outside, deck 4, deck 14 – take photos of icebergs, glaciers, rock mountains.  One of the glaciers even calved off some icebergs for us.

9 – 10 am

11:30 – 1:00

The water was so still by one o’clock the reflections were gorgeous.  About 2:30 in the afternoon we again arrived at the isolated fishing/sealing village – the only habitation in the Prince Christian Sound – where we turned around last time.  The fjord water was still as glass so the captain decided to lower a tender and have some crew members bring a chunk of an iceberg onboard.  He gave a single blast of his horn to alert the villagers we were stopped and over the next ½ hour 5 outboard motor boats came out to the ship.  The fellows in one of the boats helped the fellows in the ship’s tender haul in their iceberg, then there of the boats came close alongside the ship and the captain had several cases of fresh fruit sent out.  They got oranges, pineapples, cantaloupe and honeydew and watermelon.  I am pretty sure fresh fruit would be a very welcome treat in a place that remote.

2:30 – 4:30

The village is home to 80-130 Inuit who fish and hunt seals for the meat and the pelts, which they sell in Qaqortoq at the fur warehouse.  There is a church, a one-room school (ages 6-16; 22 kids), and a general store.  The houses are all pre-fabricated and brought over by boat.  During winter the fjord is frozen and there is no access to the village.  It is only the few short summer months that they can get in and out.  There is a helipad in the event of a medical emergency when the fjord is blocked.

We sailed at dead slow speed all day, dodging the occasional large ice berg, doing 180 degree turns so people could get a good look a glaciers, navigating very tight hairpin turns in the fjord.  The captain probably had a ball today; this was why he went to sea, to steer a ship.  Most of the time these ships are in open water and unless they have to make adjustments for waves or storms it is almost an auto-pilot type thing.  Today was sailing a ship.  Not as intense as going through the ice floe on our way east, but still a good navigation day for the captain and crew.

9:30 pm

Our last stop in Iceland was at Isafjordur (Eesa-fjord-er) which means Ice Fjord. Isafjordur is considered the capital of the rugged Westfjord region.  The fishing industry is still second to none but tourism is a growing trend.  We were docked near the fish factories at the pier and just had a short walk to the next dock to get on our boat.

Our lovely sunshine disappeared behind thick clouds, light rain and a cold wind.  Thankfully the boat we took for our tour to Vigur Island (also popularly known as Paradise Island) had indoor seating.  The people who sat outside on the chairs at the back got very wet and very cold.  Several of them came inside before the end of the 35 minute ride to the island but a couple of hardy folks stayed out the whole time.

Vigur Island is 2 km long and 400 meters wide at the widest point.  Vigur means spear and the island was so named because its shape resembles a spear.  The highest point of the little island is 63 meters above the water.  It is a breeding ground for four kinds of birds; Arctic Tern, Atlantic Puffins, Eider Ducks, and Black Guillemots.  In nesting season there are 80,000 Puffins on the island, but only a few had not yet flown south and were swimming offshore.

Robert, our guide, said he was amazed at how little people know about puffins and yet everyone wants to take hundreds of photos of them.  Puffins mate for life and only come on land to breed and nest.  The single egg is incubated for 30 days, then both parents feed the chick for 30 days.  After that they stand to the side of the nest burrow (1-2 meters deep in a Y shape so there are bathroom facilities away from the nest) and wait for the chick to emerge and learn to feed itself.  We were advised to stay on the mown grass and not go into the long grass along the island edge as it will be chock-a-block full of puffin nest holes.

Horse Mountain. So called because if you sail down the fjord along side it the back looks like the head of a horse.  It is not a volcano. Vigur Island is privately owned and has been in the same family for 140 years.  There are 4 year-round inhabitants (if their daughter is home from school on a weekends or holiday) and about 10 people in summer.  The family were sheep and cattle farmers as well as Eiderdown collectors.  They quit caring for the cattle in 2008 and sold off all but 20 of the sheep in 2010.  They now concentrate on Eiderdown and tourism.  They have built a café to provide coffee and cake to the tourists who come several times a day all summer long, mostly from cruise ships.  The island is home to the smallest post office in Iceland and the only remaining windmill in Iceland.  There is a little gift shop, a guest cottage at the other end of the island and a small shed you can go in to see how they clean the Eiderdown for the market. The family collects between 50 and 60 kilograms (110-132 lbs) of down each year.  Each kilogram sells for 200,000 Iceland Krona (about $1400 X 55 kg = $7700 per year).

Eider ducks line their nests with small downy feathers taken from their belly.  When the momma bird leaves the nest a couple of times a day to get water the collectors will snatch some of down, which she will then replace.  When the chicks grow up and leave the nest all of the down is gathered up.  It is put through two different machines that remove a lot of the straw and other material and then cleaned one last time by hand.  The final result is a thick mass of very soft, very tiny feathers which weigh almost nothing.  They must collect a lot of feather down to add up to one kilogram (2.2 lbs)!  No wonder Eider down jackets and pillows cost so much.

About 50 or 60 years ago the owner built a rock wall not too far from the rocky shore.  If you come from the field side the fence looks like any other low rock wall. Step through an opening in the fence and you will see the Eider Hotel where the builder created nooks along the bottom of the fence to encourage the Eider duck to nest.  If an Eider duck finds a good spot to nest they will return year after year. Robert said he had been told there was a 70% occupancy rate at the Eider Hotel this year.

Vigur is called Paradise Island because it is a perfect little spot.  There is actually a fresh water well near the shore that has no taste of salt and is extremely cold.  The house has electricity provided via an underwater cable.  They also have telephone and internet.  On a good day it is only about 30 minutes into Isafjordur by boat.

I loved all the smooth rocks.

The captain had been worried that he may not be able to dock the ship and we would therefore have had to get to shore by tender.  He also considered that he may have to cancel the port of call altogether since the winds funneling down the fjord were so strong (30 knots).  We noticed on the ride back to Isafjordur that the tour boat was being pulled quite heavily by the current.  We asked Robert what the current rate is.  He said 18-22 knots!  Holy cow.  That is the top speed of our ship.  Don’t fall overboard; you would be swept away in no time at all.  We will be fighting the current out of the fjord as we leave so we won’t be going very fast while we have dinner.  The captain also warned that the winds will pick up again and the ride will be rocky all night and during our day at sea tomorrow.  Good thing we don’t get seasick.

John and I both felt we should walk the kilometer into town and look around, and we did go part way, but it was windy and cold and drizzling and we were damp and cold.  We went back to the ship for some hot soup and a warm-up time; deciding we would monitor the weather from the cabin and decide a bit later if we wanted to go out. The wind got worse, the rain became steady and we stayed put.

At dinner tonight the ship was rocking quite a lot even though we were still sheltered by the mountains either side of the fjord.  Once we hit open water though wine glasses and cups were cascading here and there and everywhere in the dining room.  About 20 minutes later the ship’s speed slowed right down.  I’ll bet the dining room manager was on the phone to the bridge saying, “Slow this ship down before we lose all the dishes! Please!”  The Holland America singers and dancers are supposed to be doing a brand new show tonight.  That may be a challenge.  It will be rock-a-by-baby tonight.

Another lovely sunny day.  The Icelanders are very happy to have us bring the sun, they have had so little of it this summer.

Yesterday we were in East Iceland and today we are in Northern Iceland.  Reykjavik (Rake-ya-vik), the country’s capital, is in South Iceland and tomorrow’s port will be in West Iceland; so we will have covered all four of the ancient quadrants.

Akureyri (Ack-er-air-ee) is only 60 miles south of the Arctic Circle and is Northern Iceland’s second largest city.  Believe it or not Akureyri has some of the warmest weather in Iceland and today was too warm for the locals and really nice for us southern-types.

The photo with the steaming waterfall is actually the construction site of a new road tunnel.  However when they had only drilled a short distance into the mountainside they encounter a very hot water spring.  Men could not even work in it for short periods because the air was so humid and hot.  They started to drill from the other side and encountered a cold spring. The Akureyri side of the mountain really needs more cold water and the other side would love to have the hot water to heat their houses but they have not figured out how to move the water from one side to the other, nor how to work around it so they can’t complete the tunnel either.  Stalemate.  I guess nature wins.

The settlement here was originally set up as a trading post in the 16^th century and officially became a municipality in 1862.  The oldest house remaining in the town was built in 1795. There is a large Lutheran Church on the hill that was built in 1940.  Some of our friends walked up to see it but there was a funeral in progress so they were unable to go inside.

The area is very different from that around Reykjavik.  Here there are large farms and green grass spreading down the valley bottoms, instead of all the lava rock we saw before.  Everything is surrounded by high mountains and travelling from one town to another invariably means you must cross one, two or three mountain passes, which are often impassable in winter due to the high winds and snow.  Several times each winter the road is closed and they don’t even try to clear it until the storm is over, no matter how many days that may be.  They have learned that if you open it up it will just get closed again by more snow within an hour.  There is only one road – Highway 1 – so if that happens no one is going anywhere.

Our guide was originally from Germany but she came to Iceland 30 years ago to look for work, fell in love with the country and then with an Icelander and now has four children.  The thing she found most difficult when she first came to Iceland was the laid-back attitude here.  In Germany everything is planned to the minute and everyone wants to know the exact plan before they go anywhere.  This drives Icelanders crazy when they have German tourists because in Iceland everything is “maybe.”  You ask how long it will take to drive to such and such place.  “Well,” the Icelander will say, “It might take us 45 minutes to drive there, but there may be sheep on the road, or someone may be late, or some other thing may occur so I can’t tell you when we will arrive.”  A common expression sounds something like Aecta Resthas and means ‘we will wait and see, and the problem will likely resolve itself.’ They do not work on Plan A because it rarely comes to pass and they don’t fret unduly about a lot of things because they feel the problem or situation will eventually resolve itself.  Mostly they don’t plan at all and just make decisions as the occasion arises.  Not a good environment for CDO people! But they are very nice, calm, friendly people.

Our first stop of the day was Godafoss Waterfall (The waterfall of the gods), so named because when the parliament decided the nation should be Christian the local priest in the area had all the people bring their Norse idols and throw them into the waterfall. Godafoss is not the tallest waterfall by any means (there are thousands of them cascading down the ever-present steep mountainsides) but it is considered the most spectacular in Iceland.  There is a tremendous amount of water flowing over the edge and through the gorge.

The second stop was the Dimmuborgir (Dim-mu-boar-gur) lava labyrinth.  There was a massive volcanic explosion here several thousand years ago and the huge chunks of lava are strewn all around.  We were advised to look for the many trolls that have been turned to stone and we definitely spotted quite a few of them.  At Dimmubrgir, as at Thingvellir National Park that we visited our first day in Reykjavik, you can see the split of the tectonic plates.  A little bridge takes you across a narrow, but very deep, chasm where the North American and Eurasian tectonic plates are gradually moving apart. Dimmuborgir is known as the home of the 13 Yule Lads that emerge at Christmas to wreak havoc on the household but leave gifts for the children each night.

We next drove to Lake Myvatn (Miv-eth), a thermal pool area where I happily wandered around taking photos of all the textures and colours.  (An interesting fact our guide shared is that all of these ‘tourist’ places are on private land.  All the land in Northern Iceland is privately owned and the owners charge no fees for us to go see the natural wonders on their land.  I don’t know whether the property owner pays to make all the paths and signage or if it is subsidizer or paid for by the government. It is expected though that as Iceland welcomes more and more tourist the free fee will probably change.)  From Lake Myvatn we could see a gigantic lava crater that we thought may have been created in an eruption. This was not so. The crater is the result of a large lava bubble exploding just as boiling soup forms bubbles that burst on the surface.  There were miniscule people to be seen walking along the crest.

Our final stop before the two hour drive back to Akureyri was for lunch at Skutustadagigar (Scoot-oo-sta-da-ur). There are a couple of hotels here and guest houses here and the land and the lake are dotted with large craters.  These pseudo-craters were also created by lava bubbles exploding.  After lunch we had 20 minutes or so to wander the paths around the craters before the drive back to Akureyri.

Because we had a bit of extra time our bus driver and guide stopped on the far side of the fjord for five minutes so anyone who wanted could take a photo of the town and our ship.  John had fired up the GPS to see if there were any geo-caches in town and it showed there was one at the viewpoint 150 meters from the bus.  While folks took their pictures he rushed over to some rocks at the end of the parking area and soon located the cache.  He didn’t have a pencil with him to sign the log and he didn’t have time anyway as everyone was back on the bus by the time he put it back in its hiding place but we can log it as found.  Pretty funny!

When we got back to the ship we walked part-way into town and located another cache on the boardwalk.  We had just finished signing the log when a fellow came down the steps and rounded the corner holding a GPS.  He saw us and made an abrupt about-face.  We knew immediately he and his wife were geo-caching.  John re-hid the cache and as he walked past the fellow said, “You will be warmer on the other side.”  The fellow laughed and as we walked away we could see them getting out the log book to sign.

The ship put-putted at a very slow speed out of Akureyri for scenic cruising of the Eyjafjordur so we could view the lovely mountains, and we then were on our way again.