Once in Bergen, we realized the rain had stopped! Finally. We threw our stuff into the hotel room and hurried. We wanted to ride up the funicular to get a good view of the city.
Guess what? It started raining as soon as we reached the summit. Another hasty shot as the rain engulfed Bergen.
Factoid: Bergen receives 240 days of rain per year.
Website for the funicular.
We left Flåm, a small village of 350, to slowly cruise the large fjord to Gudvangen, where we circled back by bus. The Sognefjord is an UNESCO world heritage area.
It was pouring, like much of western Norway, that day. The area can get 137 to 197 inches (3,500 to 5,000 mm) of rain a year. Bergen has completely earned the title the “City of Rain.”
The eco-friendly cruiser glided silently along, as the rain came down in a deluge. I dashed out several times to see if I could get any photos at all. I had to remove my glasses, quickly lift my camera and pray.
Recently we took a trip through Scandinavia, including Norway. Every travel magazine states that the Bergen to Flåm rail line is extraordinary. It is. This waterfall, Kjosfossen, is a quick stop along the route. You have five minutes to get your camera out. That's it. And, the rushing water splashed up into my face and camera. I had no time to adjust an lens or focus much. I just shot this.
Kjosfossen 738 foot/225 meters tall.
The iconic and historic waterfront of Copenhagen. Nyhavn (new harbor in Danish) was once warehouses, now upscale shops and cafés. It was constructed, like much of Copenhagen, by the order of King Christian V in the 1670s.
While I was visiting Scandinavia, I was researching my family tree. Several on my ancestors attended this church. There's little information about the building, only that it was built in the Middle Ages. But this church is unique. Most Danish churches are white washed on the exterior.
Address: Skellebjergvej 2, 4293 Dianalund, Tersløse, Denmark
21 days and 4 countries. That was our latest journey. We stopped in London to visit our nieces then off to Scandinavia.
While researching my family tree, I found out that some of my second cousins still lived in the small village in Denmark where my great grandparents came from. On the way we visited Odense. It was completely torn up. (See my previous post.)
However, this church caught my attention: Sankt Knud's Kirke. A church has been on this site since 1095 but was rebuilt in the 13th century in the Gothic style. It's dedicated to a Danish King, Knud, who was murdered during a peasant revolt in 1086. He was originally buried in Skt. Albani Kirke but, after achieving canonization, his remains were moved here.
He became a saint because he was kneeling at an altar, along with his brother, when he was slain.
Address: Klosterbakken 2, 5000 Odense C, Denmark.
I'm currently on a search for my roots in Denmark. My great grandparents boarded a ship in 1912. The destination was a new life in the US. (When immigrants were still allowed.) I chose Odense for its central location for my journey.
I had an afternoon to explore, looking for Hans Christian Andersen. I saw signs and plenty of barriers. I'm calling this my "Collage of Denial."