His pic of the facility where Red Cross was assisting.....Viking Sky Evacuation. Yes we were on it. Being raised by cable around our waist some 60 feet to a helicopter in hurricane force winds and sleet is now off our bucket list!! Busses to hotel in Kristiansound. Only have clothes on our back and some Norwegian Red Cross supplies.
Remind me not to follow to far behind you anywhere.I saw you post this on FB. WOW!!!
Just a couple of narcissist side notes:
1) I traveled on the Townsend Thoresen ferry that flipped in Zeebrugge, Belgium in 1987 (I rode it in 1983).
2) I was on one of those NYC tour buses a week before one of them wrecked in 2014
3) Last month, a train station I had been at just three hours earlier in NYC had a gang-bang shooting
Believe me - it doesn't make me feel very comfortable.
Glad your friend wasn't on THIS trip, however.
Remind me not to follow to far behind you anywhere.
Word of friendly advice, do not google gang-bang shooting.I saw you post this on FB. WOW!!!
Just a couple of narcissist side notes:
1) I traveled on the Townsend Thoresen ferry that flipped in Zeebrugge, Belgium in 1987 (I rode it in 1983).
2) I was on one of those NYC tour buses a week before one of them wrecked in 2014
3) Last month, a train station I had been at just three hours earlier in NYC had a gang-bang shooting
Believe me - it doesn't make me feel very comfortable.
Glad your friend wasn't on THIS trip, however.
I saw you post this on FB. WOW!!!
Just a couple of narcissist side notes:
1) I traveled on the Townsend Thoresen ferry that flipped in Zeebrugge, Belgium in 1987 (I rode it in 1983).
2) I was on one of those NYC tour buses a week before one of them wrecked in 2014
3) Last month, a train station I had been at just three hours earlier in NYC had a gang-bang shooting
Believe me - it doesn't make me feel very comfortable.
Glad your friend wasn't on THIS trip, however.
Do you think your brother meant "Kristiansund?" If so, that's not too bad. If they got them ashore at Molde, then it would be about 50 kilometers. Kristiansund is a good-sized town with decent hotels...There's going to be a segment coming up on World News Tonight (ABC)....
Thanks....I'm sure that's what he meant - probably just a misspell.Do you thin your brother meant "Kristiansund?" If so, that's not too bad. If they got them ashore at Molde, then it would be about 50 kilometers. Kristiansund is a good-sized town with decent hotels...
I have a Kristiansund story. Back in '74, I had my wife, both daughters and MIL with me on an extended vacation. We had spent time in Holland and in Denmark and took off on the last ferry from Jutland, crossing north to Kristiansund, NO. It was late in the day and we had to take the first hotel we could find and it really wasn't bad. The dollar had crashed two years before, so terribly expensive (Norway still is), but nice. Today, Norway is practically bilingual, with menus, road signs, etc. in both Norwegian and English but not back then. The next morning, there was no server who spoke either English or German. I had a Norwegian phrase book, but that was all. There were five of us and we ordered the smorgasbord. I didn't realize that it was the most expensive option. They assumed that, if you ordered that, you were going to attempt to eat them out of house and home. Rachel, younger daughter was only seven at the time and Deb only twelve. I don't remember the total bill now, but it was well over $400, in today's dollars, at full price for the kids.Thanks....I'm sure that's what he meant - probably just a misspell.
I will post more when I hear from them as I know they are back home now.
Ha - what a wonderful story! The older one gets the more one realizes the best things in life are borne out of generosity and a sense of fairness.I have a Kristiansund story. Back in '74, I had my wife, both daughters and MIL with me on an extended vacation. We had spent time in Holland and in Denmark and took off on the last ferry from Jutland, crossing north to Kristiansund, NO. It was late in the day and we had to take the first hotel we could find and it really wasn't bad. The dollar had crashed two years before, so terribly expensive (Norway still is), but nice. Today, Norway is practically bilingual, with menus, road signs, etc. in both Norwegian and English but not back then. The next morning, there was no server who spoke either English or German. I had a Norwegian phrase book, but that was all. There were five of us and we ordered the smorgasbord. I didn't realize that it was the most expensive option. They assumed that, if you ordered that, you were going to attempt to eat them out of house and home. Rachel, younger daughter was only seven at the time and Deb only twelve. I don't remember the total bill now, but it was well over $400, in today's dollars, at full price for the kids.
When I got back to the room, I filled about at page on the "Suggestions and Remarks" page, about pretending to be an international hotel and not having a menu, particularly a kid's menu, in English. We then took off directly north along the Setesdal valley/river, ending up at a little village named "Bykle," really a crossroads, but with a nice little hotel and a great chef. We signed up for five days and half-pension. The proprietress spoke good German, with a heavy Norwegian accent. She had had German troops garrisoned on her for the duration of WWII. The second evening, during dinner, she burst into the dining room, shouting "Herr Self, Herr Self, Sie haben einen Anruf!" ("Mr. Self, Mr. Self, you have a telephone call.") I'm sure this was a surprise to the Dutch tour bus passengers packing the room, who'd assumed we were Americans. It scared the hell out of me because I assumed someone back home must have died and how the hell did they find me here? It was the manager of the hotel in Kristiansund, who spoke good English. He had tracked us down. We had specified Valle in the little form you had to fill out back then, indicating your destination. However, the hotel in Valle had closed and the chef had moved north the 15 kilometers or so to Bykle. He was apologetic and said he was sending a check to refund our entire breakfast and hotel rooms bill. The check arrived the next day. Impressive! You asked in another thread about my learning Norwegian. I always make sure I learn enough of the language of any country I visit to at least get by...
Well, to be fair, Norway was in the beginning of the oil frenzy and I'm sure finding employees was an absolute nightmare. There were other international visitors in the dining room, including a lot of Texas accents. They just understood the menu better than I did. The last time, we went to Norway, English had taken over to where I barely needed Norwegian. One time was critical - returning the rental car to the proper place at the Bergen airport. As in the last time I visited, I ended up being a volunteer interpreter - for Germans. I'll always interpret for someone who's being nice. The only time I remember not doing so was in a little hotel in Lom, Norway. A group of Germans were attempting to check in and were highly agitated because the desk crew understood only Norwegian and English. I could have stepped in the middle and solved the problem. However, the Germans were being so nasty and demeaning, I just thought "nah, don't want to get involved"...Ha - what a wonderful story! The older one gets the more one realizes the best things in life are borne out of generosity and a sense of fairness.
BTW....that must have been some summation, counselor! :cheers2:
Are the Treadwells your brother and SIL, Bazza?
Treadwell's is the oldest continuous law practice in Wellington, NZ. May still be Bazza's relatives. There is no town named "Kristians" in Norway. There is Kristiansand (think I misspelled it "sund" earlier), and it is about an hour from Molde, where they brought the helicopters ashore...Are the Treadwells your brother and SIL, Bazza?
Yes, Go Bama. He's actually my step-brother but I always refer to him as my brother. His father and my Mom married in '70 so Treadwell is his family name, not mine.Are the Treadwells your brother and SIL, Bazza?
Ha - interesting about Wellington, NZ. I wonder if my brother knows. They've been to NZ and one of his sons actually stayed down there for a period of time working and doing some missionary work.Treadwell's is the oldest continuous law practice in Wellington, NZ. May still be Bazza's relatives. There is no town named "Kristians" in Norway. There is Kristiansand (think I misspelled it "sund" earlier), and it is about an hour from Molde, where they brought the helicopters ashore...