Early on the morning of Day 3 we arrived in Trondheim, a city of 175,000 inhabitants, situated on the River Nid, which winds right through the town.
I signed up for a city tour of Trondheim and a visit to one of the most famous sights in town — Nidaros Cathedral, built over the burial site of Saint Olaf, king of Norway in the 11th century, and patron saint of Norway. 
My picture of the cathedral did not turn out very well, as it was still pretty dark and the batteries in my camera were not liking the snow and cold weather. But you can still get a sense of how gigantic this place was by looking at the size of the people walking in front. We had a tour of the inside which was just as spectacular.
After leaving Trondheim we traversed a stretch of open ocean and it suddenly got very rough. It was right when dinner was being called and I had to hurry back to the cabin — quick! We tossed and bucked and I ended up puking my guts out into the wastebasket, which was lined with a plastic bag, thank goodness! Then both Jack and I fell asleep and when we woke again, everything was calm. Later, we bought an ice cream bar for dinner, as it took quite a while to feel hungry again.
It was raining when later that evening we stopped in Rorvik. Supplies were being loaded on board and a couple cars drove onto the ship, as well.
Our sister ship Polarlys was in port at the same time we were.
This trip was made more special because we were visiting at Christmas time. There were decorations h
ere and there all over the ship, adding to the festive atmosphere.
Since we had taken naps instead of eating dinner, we were ready to stay up late. The sky was overcast, so there would be no Northern Lights tonight. A piano player in one of the lounges was very good, so we decided to splurge and have a drink, while enjoying the music, until everyone headed to bed.
On day 4 we crossed the Arctic Circle, an occasion which always begs for some sort of silly celebration. Those who were game were “initiated” by having cold water and ice cubes poured down their back.
A surprising number of people, including myself, volunteered for this bit of madness. The last guy in line got the remainder of the bucket dumped over his head, while old King Neptune reigned over all.
Our next stop was Bodø (pronounced BOW-duh), with a population of about 48,000 ~ making it the second largest city in Northern Norway. I was very interested in exploring here, as this is where my great-grandfather was born.
One had to be pretty determined to leave the ship on this day, as a stiff wind was blowing the drenching rain sideways. I put on long underwear, a thick sweater, a scarf, gloves, mittens, boots, a hat and a raincoat. Within one block I was soaked through to my underwear. Luckily, it wasn’t that cold. I would guess that it was about 39 degrees or so. It was a good thing that I had my spikes on my boots because there was still ice and snow on the ground and the rain on top of that made it quite treacherous. I wanted to visit the Bodø domkirke, or Cathedral, while getting a chance to walk through the center of town.
Again, being here at Christmas time and getting to see the decorations and nativity scenes in the churches, made it a very special time to visit. At the rear of the church was a huge pipe organ illuminated by a beautiful rose window.
By the time I got back to the ship, I was ready for the sauna and the hot tub. They had separate saunas for men and women. Now, I had never been in a sauna before, so I wasn’t quite sure of sauna etiquette. Luckily, someone was coming out of the sauna just as I was entering the changing room, so she clued me in. You go in naked and sit on a towel. When you can’t stand it anymore, you come out and take a cold shower!
So… I tip-toed into this beautiful room and luckily I was the only one in there! I relaxed and warmed up and gazed out the floor-to-ceiling windows, totally stress-free. When I was as hot and sweaty as I could stand, I walked into the shower room, but just couldn’t bring myself to stand under the cold water. Instead, I pulled on my swimsuit and walked outside, which WAS cold, and made my way across the deck to the hot tubs. 
There were two outdoor showers, with colored lights on them that made them look like the Northern Lights. The domed building was a changing cabana, and then there were two jetted hot tubs. I thought for about three seconds about using the outdoor shower, but permanently changed my mind and quickly made my way to the hot, steaming hot tub and slipped beneath the water. Ahhhh, it felt so good! 
The rain had stopped and the sky had cleared and a bright moon was out. As I was lying back, staring up at the sky, I thought I saw a stripe of pale green and gasped to myself, wondering if that was the Northern Lights. It lasted for about a minute or so and then was gone. Nobody else was around that I could ask, so I couldn’t be sure…but I was pretty sure that that was what it was. Later, after seeing the Northern Lights, I knew for sure that that was what I had seen.
My fingers were turning into prunes and my cheeks felt like they were getting frostbite, so it was time to reluctantly get up out of the tub and quickly make my way back across the deck and inside the ship.
Later that night we entered a very narrow fjord, shown above. It was dark, so my photo did not turn out. I did want you to see where we were, though.
The sky had mostly cleared and the moon was illuminating the snow on the mountains, towering on either side of us. They were serving hot fishcakes out on deck and music was playing and they were searching for the entrance to Trollfjord. Suddenly there was a collective gasp, as a band of clouds above us began to shimmer and glow and undulate and there they were, the Northern Lights, dancing in the sky above our heads. The show went on for about half-an-hour. As soon as one band would begin to fade, another wispy cloud would suddenly start to glow and ripple and unfold across the sky, leaving one speechless.
I just have a point and shoot camera, so of course my photos are really lame, but when I look at them, I remember how it really looked, and I am still amazed.
That was a magical night that will be forever in my memory. And more magical nights were yet to come.
The bed on the left made into a couch during the day. The strap you see across the bed hold the bedding in place when it is made up as a sofa. To sleep, you simply fold the bed down and unhook the strap. The bedding was a fluffy comforter inside a duvet, and the beds were extra long and very comfortable. While we were at breakfast, the cabin steward came in and cleaned and turned the bed back into a sofa. 
The bathroom was small but very efficient and the shower put out lots of hot water and did not flood the floor. 
It was quite dark in the cabin once the lights were off, since it was an inside cabin, so we often left the bathroom light on, just to guide us a little. It was a very comfortable room and provided us with everything we needed. There was a flat-screen television that had three or four channels as well a view from the bridge and maps showing where we were at any given time. These same views were shown throughout the ship on numerous flat-screen displays. 
Marilyn's Journeys 