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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

Dead Fox was not what we expected to find


A sunday afternoon in the rain in Beddington Park Croydon. The aim was getting a motorised boat to work on one of the rivers that runs through. However one is taught that it is important to look out for obstructions such as reeds, sandbanks and now it seems dead foxes. Quite near the edge there was what looked like a young fox, dead in the water almost submerged. The other inhabitants of the park included some noisy herons who refused my kind invitations to sit still at the top of their tree and stop sqwarking so i might humbly photograph them. Egyptian geese that sat in the water surrounded by various debris from croydon, plastic water bottles etc.

Dead Fox below the water

A visit to The Menagerie or maybe a Private Zoo


All days have things which were not planned, but today there were long odds against visiting a house in Croydon crowded with animals. The story goes like this. A close relative was asked to house sit and then invited us around to sit in the garden on a nice sunny day. In fact a very nice sunny day. The house though cannot be described as average. A large house on four floors, including a basement that functioned as a room.

Around 7 cats roamed the house and the environs, all that i viewed being ginger or marmalade coloured. Some friendly and some not. What our relative had not been fully briefed on was that one of the cats was pregnant. So today when the cat was missing, she went searching for it and found it plus one kitten under the duvet in an upper floor room on the top of a bunk bed. The kitten and mother were doing just fine. I am not an expert on ageing kittens but guessed that this one was around 12 hours old, looked well, did some squeaking and was feeding from mother, so all was well. Photographs below. Mother did not object to the paparazzi there.

In the actual garden there was a rabbit run with two rabbits, each allowing folks to pick them up for 10 seconds before they engaged in a kind of rodeo effort to remove themselves from your arms. All fine, until they managed to escape. Now luckily a pair of Crocodile Dundee like 11 year olds were in attendance and caught the two miscreants before they run out of or burrow out of the garden and make a rapid escape from Croydon environs. Next entertainment was the chickens in a huge run who were making desperate attempts to escape, around 6 of them and not stupid either. Lastly, there were 3 hamster cages. One contained a tiny hamster that looked more like a field mouse , and was apparently a Chinese Crested Hamster/ Russian Dwarf. Another contained a hamster without exaggeration as large as a guinea pig, and the final cage seemed to contain nothing……….worrying. All good fun on a sunny afternoon.

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