|The original T-shirt from 1991|
|Linda and Carolyn sporting their name tags|
|Martin waiting to pin the name tags of the correct owners|
|Martina and kalle doing a bit of checking.|
We then boarded, and got directed to our cabin, it was very handy and not only on the same deck but just three cabins along the passageway. It was a very nice cabin, we had requested a cabin with two lower bunks and so had a three birth cabin with two lower and an upper, we decided to use the two lower ones (I am getting too old to do all this clambering up and down in the middle of the night). It also had a TV, though this was used very rarely during both passages, though I did check the football and Rugby results on Saturday night.
We milled and chatted and looked at the city of Kiel as the dusk turned into darkness, Kalle appeared and the Sekt corks popped as we filled our glasses, let the party begin.
At the agreed time we all gathered and the choir had a practice (why they needed to practice I do not know they sounded very good as it was).
But then at the allotted time Kalle appeared
and the singing started in earnest. It was really fantastic, but over the years I have come to expect nothing but the best from the Kieler Madrigal Choir. Well done ladies and gentlemen.
In front of us as we entered the Göta Älv (the stretch of water just in front of Göteborg) was the sight of the Älvsborgsbron , the bridge that welcomes visitors arriving from the sea to Göteborg, passing under it we tied up at the German terminal a little way from the bridge.
We disembarked and three of us had agreed that we would go to the Konstmuseum (the Cities main Museum of Art), I had wanted to visit this ever since Kalle had informed us of his “Birthday Bash”, it houses the most complete and interesting collection of Nordic art in the world, not only that, but museum is housed in a building that is itself architecturally very interesting.
On arrival in the main terminal building were group of friends of Kalle's who live in Sweden waiting to greet him with the Swedish flag and hugs and kisses.
|The overpass to get you from the terminal to the busses and trams|
|We alighted at a bridge over Val-graven|
Alas it was still closed, we had an hour to kill, Martin suggested a cup of coffee, with a bit of enquiry we found a wonderful little café up a side street, Linda was mesmerised by the chap that was making the coffee, she thought he was an artist at his trade.
We drank our coffee and then as it was 11:00 it was time to go to the museum.
paid the 60SK for our tickets including the special photographic exhibition by a Finnish artist called Esko Männikkö, a very interesting and thought provoking display comprising of over 200 photographs taken from all over the world, some bizarre, some quite horrific but all very interesting.
We spent a nice three hours wandering and looking, meeting again at the lower floor to collect our clothes and bags and head off toward the tram.
We had decided to meet up with two others from the birthday group, our friends Carolyn and Heike, we were on the way to another place not to be missed when visiting Göteborg, that is the Feskekorka (fish church).
|Cutting a slice from a nice side of Salmon|
|Cleaning a nice Perch|
|He doesn't look too happy about his lot|
|Dublin Bay Prawns or Norway Loster|
|A pint or two of shrimps!|
|And a few East Atlantic lobsters|
|Our little party, the chap in the middle is not part of it but a Basque on holiday!|
Then the main orders, I cannot speak for the rest but my shellfish platter was very nice indeed, may be not the best I have had (the ones in Honfleur are somewhat better). But it consisted of a couple of nice juicy oysters, a pile of pink atlantic prawns, 4 large succulent langoustines (Dublin Bay Prawns) and half a crab. Served with a bowl of Aioli, a bowl of mayonnaise mixed with sour cream and a bowl of sweet dill mustard. It was pity that they had run out of bread as I would have loved to have been able to dip it into those wonderful sauces, but alas we had come right at the end of the day, most of the stalls had already closed when we left that hallowed church of fish. I shall certainly return next time I am in Götenborg.
|Three Göteborg Damen?|
|The Stena Denmark Terminal|
|The Naval Base|
|A Square Rigger|
|A floating Parkhouse|
|The flitzer to Denmark|
|Sunlight hitting the centre of Götenborg|
|The Stena Germanica waiting for us (and a few more)|
|Another view back to the City|
|The river ferry putting us on shore|
|The sun slowly sinking|
|Setting the sky on fire|
|The last of the sun for today|
Back on board it was decided after a clean-up and change of clothes we would meet at the self-service restaurant beside the panorama lounge, here they have a limited selection, but at very reasonable prices. I had steamed salmon with plain potatoes, very tasty.
|The Youngest of our group! Little Jakob.|
|THe Colour Line reversing up the Förde?|
|Our Friend Kalle saying his goodbyes to us all|
|And The Oldest of our party Kalle's mother!|