After a lovely, relaxed late-risers breakfast of buttermilk pancakes we get off the ship and head over to the Tourist Office where we buy a ride to Briksdal Glacier. It is a lovely drive past glacial lakes, farms and waterfalls. Once there we choose to walk to the foot of the glacier -although there are small vehicles called "Trolls" for those who want to take it a bit easier. The path alone is worth the visit; snowy caps, wild flowers, goats, rainbows and waterfalls greet us at every turn. Finally we arrive at the glacier and spend some time taking pictures and marveling at our luck; we are so fricking fortunate to see the world the way we do. The clouds are starting to roll in but we have unimpeded vistas of the turquoise ice glinting from the top. On our way back to the ship we go past the red Olden Old Church which dates back to the 18th century.
Back on board we make a bee line to the Trident Grill, there is always something delicious waiting. Calvin brings me a nice glass of rosé which pairs perfectly with my salmon, Blake his favourite draught beer and burger. Ben & Jerry's anyone?
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