With our visitor, the illustrious David Stone, quickly exhausting the Aalborg-area attractions, I (this is Andrew, I'm hijacking the blog this week) took a couple days off of work and we all hit the road to Norway. I know what you're thinking -- "Hit the road? You are a silly man, Andrew Hamilton, Norway is across the North Sea!" Well, dear reader, you are quite correct in that assessment, but allow me to explain: ferries regularly connect Denmark with its Scandinavian brethren. We rented a car and boarded the 'Fjord Cat' in Hirtshals, DK bound for Kristiansand, NO on late Thursday night. The difference in landscape and fauna was immediate and stunning (can you spot Norway below?); it seems we picked the duller Nordic country in which to reside!

After some much-needed sleep, we left Kristiansand Friday morning for the city of Stavanger. The drive was beautiful and, after two months of bikes and buses, it felt good to be behind the wheel again! Before finding our hotel, we stopped off at the nearby Lysefjord (a fjord, if you couldn't tell) for a quick hike up to Pulpit Rock. After just 2.5 hours of scrambling over rocks and dodging the light-footed locals (Norwegian babies passed us on the trail) we reached our destination and took in the views.
Just as we were about to begin our long descent, a helicopter appeared and inexplicably circled the overlook. To the surprise of everyone present, it got near enough to drop one of its passengers on the peak, who turned out to be a medic. An injured hiker needed evacuating, so the rock was cleared and the whirlybird landed -- check out the video!
The rest of us had to take the long way back...
On Saturday we took another - shorter - ferry ride to the town of Tau for a scenic tour on horseback. I acted quickly to diffuse a potential blow-out when the proprietor of the farm offered Melissa the old mare because 'ladies like her, she's so gentle'. That got Melissa an upgrade to the prize-winning fjord horse, Evita, while I was saddled with the geriatric Ella, who also had some weird hair condition that caused her to shed all over me. Dave got a male horse almost as old as Ella, and the two of us vied for last place during most of the ride.
We had scheduled a kayak trip on the Lysefjord for Sunday, but after a 2.5 hour car ride to the town of Lysebotn at the far end of the fjord, the trip was cancelled due to rain and high winds. Nevertheless, the trip to Lysebotn was an adventure in itself. Particularly harrowing was the final descent into town, which featured many hairpin turns and a winding, one-lane tunnel. Oh, did I mention the rental car had a manual transmission and (we surmised) the engine of a weed wacker?
We had to catch our ferry back to Denmark on Monday night, but that left us with enough time in the morning to do some shopping and check out the Petroleum Museum in Stavanger. Did you know Norway is the world's third largest oil exporter? Now you do! The museum was not worth the $20 admission, but we did find an old, broken arcade game that inspired the title of this post.
The sea was angry on the ferry ride back to Denmark. Barf bags were circulated, and standing was risky. We made safe landfall, though, and were home in time for another day's work on Tuesday. My fellow crazy engineer left this morning to catch his flight out of Copenhagen tomorrow - it was wonderful to have him as our first visitor! Who's next?
As always, more pictures of our entire trip can be seen on our flickr page here. Don't miss the chance to see the Grand Princess Hamilton make port in Stavanger!