Day 9 and the second whale watching trip.
I was concerned that we might not see whales this time - or the experience might not be as good.
We went out on the same boat from Hauganes again (definitely recommend these guys - small boat and not jam-packed).
It took a little longer to get company this time - around 15 minutes before we saw our first humpback (we saw a porpoise first - rushing along).
After a couple of hours we were close to one as it took a deep dive. We then waited. And waited. You have no idea where they will reappear when they dive - so we were all scanning the sea around us.
Stu was scanning to the right and I looked left. I got lucky! It breached and it was the most amazing thing I have ever seen (and the most amazing thing Stu didn't see - he's still sulking).
I didn't capture it on camera - but that image will stay with me forever (sorry Stu).
The thrill of fishing
Once again, before we headed back to the harbour the captain let us all have a go at sea fishing. I gave it a go this time. After several minutes I got bored. Anyway - I reeled in my line only to find there was a bloody fish attached to it. I have no clue how long it was there. It must have been traumatised. Anyway...after a quick photo-shoot I gave it a kiss, apologised, and threw it back in.
Heading back up to the bow (that's the front ...right?) I spotted several sea gulls fighting over a dead fish.
Stu's woes continue...
After that, and once Stu was speaking to me again, we headed back to our log cabin at Brimnes and took out one of their canoe / kayak things. Stu wasn't happy - still. It was very unstable, the wind was making it hard-going, he's pulled a muscle in his back and basically he was still in a grumpy mood.
I enjoyed it. But then for the most part I just sat with my paddle on my knee - taking in the views.
We're leaving here tomorrow - heading further east to our next stop and our final night in the North. We'll be heading down the east coast for the following few days.
We've already been here for a week and a half. The most stressful thing that has happened is when Joe rang to say his tyre is flat (and what does he do, and he can't see any damage, and he's skint, and he's defibrillating (!) and he can't afford a new tyre etc...).
Hey ho...now...where was I? Oh yes...chilling with a glass of red in a log cabin on the edge of a fjord under a blue sky.
ps. I have 11 days left to get Stu back onto a horse.