Trondheim to Surnadalsøra

We arrived at the Trondheim airport with a powerful hunger and the knowledge that we needed to depart for Surnadalsøra ASAP. The decision we made, as you may have guessed, a pølse.

The Trondheim airport had a 7-11 conveniently located next to baggage claim. Jay and I had a pølse; the ladies opted for something else. The rating for this pølse was C-. It was a low point in the search for the next pølse star.

The drive to Surnadalsøra was something under 3 hours. Jay and Beth had been there 5 years earlier; Randeen had been there in 1986 with her mother. I was betting that Jay would be a better guide.

Surnadalsøra

We found the Hammer Apartment which was to be our home for 3 nights. The Hammer has apartments, a few hotel rooms, and a banquet facility. When we arrived, I was disappointed to see a large portion of the building covered in scaffolding. Half of the parking lot was being excavated by the local government to install a new road drainage system. I opted not to take a photo of the Hammer; I would not have done it justice. There seemed to be a wedding reception in the banquet facility. Jay searched the building for the correct entrance. He met a couple of new acquaintances who told him he was entering a private residence. We joined the wedding party and found the reception desk just past the new bride and her family. We edged through the wedding reception (actually there were 2 wedding receptions, but we couldn't see where one ended and the next began) promising to return for a dance or two later in the evening.

Jay and Beth were happy to finally be in Surnadalsøra

We made our way down the street (about 200 meters) to the spot where the rest of the US Torvik's were staying. We supped on cold spaghetti and salad (something rather rare in Norway). We quenched our thirst on beer and red wine. Some drank water.

In the fjord behind the Hammer

We never did join the wedding reception but went to our room. As we lay in bed and closed our eyes, it seemed like we were at the reception. You gotta love the way a Norwegian sings an Abba tune.

About 22:30, in Surnadalsøra

Tomorrow we hope to meet the Torvik's, the Norwegian Torvik relatives, that is.

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