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Stavanger- A surprisingly Wonderful Place in Norway


Stavanger is a place in Norway. I say this because the reactions when I announced my trip were “where is that place”. Taking a quick look at what I was told I might find there seemed to educate me to expect a place with eternal 24 hour rain each day, where the highlight of the town was the National Petroleum Museum and a place that was centric to oil production. This opinion was further influenced when on the outbound British Airways flight from London, being generous the plane was perhaps 20% populated, a small Airbus 319, suggesting that an 8.30 am flight to Stavanger was not a mecca for travellers, and in the only row on the whole plane with three customers, they all sat talking, loudly, about the exciting topic of winches and other seemingly oil rig decorations through the flight.

Landing at Stavanger airport is also not designed to induce idyllic thoughts. The airport is small, clean and functional, but passengers are greeted with a huge mural photograph seemingly showing a man about to jump off a very high cliff, and this is closely followed by a large SAS advert (the airline, not the military organisation) inviting people to “get lost”. My own personal experience was then not further improved by a 45 minute wait for a taxi driver to appear.

Leaving the airport one might think that the whole of the Stavanger road transportation system was being replaced. Wherever one looked there was digging and building, though with little sign of the workers. Aliens arriving in Stavanger would certainly have rapidly reversed their spaceships and headed off to more succulent climes such as Birmingham or Croydon, or even Clacton-on-Sea.

So a fair summary as I approached Stavanger city centre, was that I had low expectations that had actually been exceeded by this seeming awfulness. How wrong could I be? It took around an hour to fall in love with Stavanger. The Radisson Blu Atlantic Hotel sits on a central small lake and from the 11th floor the views are impressive, of the lake, of the city buildings and the distant mountains. Walking around the lake is a nice start taking maybe 20-30 minutes and counting around 1500 steps on my Fitbit. There were nesting birds, and in fact a huge egg in a nest, which I presume belonged to the scary swan nearby, were really cute sights. Plenty of various seabirds in attendance including the greedy seagulls who seemed to own the benches for themselves and certainly used them as their own personal toilets. The only surprising thing was maybe the number of beggars sitting on their blankets around the lake, and even more so the fact that the lady here had expensive looking streaks of colour in her hair.

The walk down into the town, described as the “old town”, although not looking that old to me, was a nice walk, where cars were either prohibited or certainly discouraged. The walk takes one along the harbour or we should call it port, as a huge cruise liner from Holland America called                       “ Rotterdam” ( could their name have been a little more inspiring?) sat right next to the quayside to the extent that passengers could have hopped off any lower tier balconies. In 2011 Stavanger hosted 130 cruise ships.  The quayside is lined by bars and restaurants all with nice looking menus that ranged from Reindeer to Burgers with a lot in-between. A few museums poked their heads out as did any number of coffee and snack shops no doubt designed to deal with the cruise liner passenger’s appetite. The whole atmosphere was relaxed and happy. Bars promised live music in the evening and the beer was flowing it seemed all day.

There was not 24 hour daylight as was suggested but maybe 20 hours certainly. The photographs show how the lake looked in the afternoon and also at 4.30 am.

A few facts about Stavanger. it is the fourth largest city in Norway with a population of around 150,000. Unemployment rates are low and lower than many other european countries at around only 2%.

So will I return to Stavanger? Certainly. A great option for a weekend break.

Welcome to Stavanger. Jump off a cliff?

Welcome to Stavanger. Jump off a cliff?

Clouds approaching Stavanger Airport

Clouds approaching Stavanger Airport

Lake Stavanger

Lake Stavanger

Lake Stavanger

Lake Stavanger

Swan egg by the lake

Swan egg by the lake

Lake Stavanger

Lake Stavanger

Lake Stavanger

Lake Stavanger

Lake Stavanger

Lake Stavanger

Lake Stavanger

Lake Stavanger

Sausages and Mash

Sausages and Mash

Chocoloate Truffle Cake and Pear sorbet

Chocoloate Truffle Cake and Pear sorbet

Chocoloate Truffle Cake and Pear sorbet

Chocoloate Truffle Cake and Pear sorbet

Stavanger Graffitti

Stavanger Graffitti

Lake 9 pm

Lake 9 pm

Lake 9 am

Lake 9 am

Lake at 9 pm

Lake at 9 pm

Harbour at 11 am

Harbour at 11 am

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Harbour at 11 pm

Harbour at 11 pm

View of lake at 4.30 am

View of lake at 4.30 am

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Curious fish dish for breakfast. not my breakfast though

Curious fish dish for breakfast. not my breakfast though

Beggars in Stavanger

Beggars in Stavanger

Morning walk by lake

Morning walk by lake

Stavanger Railway Station. The end of the line it seems

Stavanger Railway Station. The end of the line it seems

Hotel Radisson Blu Atlantic

Hotel Radisson Blu Atlantic

Many taxis like a start of the Grand Prix

Many taxis like a start of the Grand Prix

On way from Airport. The view

On way from Airport. The view

Motorway Service Stations


Driving as I do around 20,000 miles/year sadly I am sometimes forced by circumstances to stop at these appalling places. My childhood recollections are of stopping late at night often on the way back from football games at wonderful places such as Barrow ( and I mean that, Barrow is a wonderful proper real football ground, the simple fact that it borders on Mordor and takes weeks to get there should not detract too much from that) and finding cold service stations, long queues and smelling vividly of fried food. Sadly not much has changed except two things. In the main they are all outlets, Burger King, Costa ,Waitrose etc, they are all incredibly expensive, but the queues have gone as no-one wants to or can afford the extraordinary prices.

Today typified things. Mug of tea 2£. Served as tea bag floating in mug. Go on a hunt to find milk, spoons etc. Served by the eternally damned or at least they look that way. No hello, no smiles, no thankyou’s. The atmosphere was dire. The tables looked like they had been sourced from a car boot sale selling ancient tables from a closed down club. Dirty. Smelly. It must have taken the last 20 years to extract every last ounce of atmosphere, pleasure, call it what you will. These places are devoid of anything resembling humanity.

Then the shops. Selling a selection of things that non-one in their right mind wants or needs. Buy a paper and one gets asked if one wants to buy two packets of chocolates for £4. The petrol station. Anywhere on this island diesel costs around 133.9-135.9 pence/litre. The more greedy local garages might ask for 137.9. The service station today was asking 144.9 pence/litre. This equates to an extra £7 a tank if I were to buy there.

Service stations are doomed. Only the desperate stop there in increasingly smaller amounts and the reasons above are why. Either charge a fortune but serve excellent stuff or charge reasonable prices in a reasonable atmosphere. Doomed unless you fancy buying one of these nice coats for sale in the shop. I am being serious…….

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30th Birthday Party


The weekend was a fine time. My eldest had her 30th birthday party which went all excellently. Bellini’s in southampton were fantastic hosts and the music/cabaret from Lucinda Lashes, who I think is resident there, was great fun. Cannot recommend the place more highly and apparently the restaurant food is also reckoned to be superb. The story of the evening is best told in photographs. Although I am sorely tempted I have not put captions to any of them! The bar over the road in Oxford street served nice bitter, Doom it was called. Go and try that. Sunday was spent recovering and then 3 hours of shopping at gunwharf Quays in Portsmouth. A sort of outlet centre. Some bargains to be had but not in all shops. burger King was my treat that day!

 

Southampton General Hospital


Well the Cayman Islands bound daughter boarded her flight and zoomed off across the atlantic on wednesday, so the blog reverts to being also news from the UK for her. Well the first piece of news is that the weather has turned. Tonight it is only 9pm but freezing fog is already dancing down upon our road. This morning we were greeted by frost all over the fields behind us. Yesterday was spent mostly in or near Southampton. a visit to Southampton General hospital is always a curious affair. Firstly one is greeted by a queue to get into an exhorbitantly priced car park, that proudly states just where you enter that if you are stopped here there is a 60 minute wait. Also unusual but necessary is that on the very top floor of the car park is an air ambulance in bright yellow. As one walks into the main entrance the first thing to notice is that there are more shops than in many high streets. Not only newsagents and the suchlike, but clothes shops. The first shop however is a solicitors and the NHS wonders why it has so many claims against them? Healthy eating? No sign of that. Burger King, Costa Coffee ( cost a lot 1.90 for a really inedible cup of black coffee ) and some sandwich type shop. But the most curious thing was a queue of young parents mainly, all with children in prams or pushchairs all queueing to get into the childrens orthopaedic outpatients. The queue stretched almost 50 yards and was creating chaos in the corridors.

I had a decent meeting there with a rheumatologist with whom it would be good to do work, then a drive back to Hartney Wintney, a little Hampshire village just off the M3, where a dinner with my colleagues was held in an Italian restaurant called Mama Mia. Nice dinner and nice food. The place was packed, not bad for a thursday evening.

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