Some of the highlights included a burnt out ship from the '60s that ran aground on shallow rocks and now sits eerily as a landmark for ships cruising the narrow fjords. Rusting and creaking in the cold, empty seas, it was quite a sight when we spotted it drifting towards us during sunrise. When visible, the views were spectacular, absolutely empty hills with lone waterfalls dropping into the seas, rays of sunlight fighting through dark threatening clouds, snow-tipped mountains and deep green water. I think we only passed 3 or 4 boats in our four days.
Despite a lot of rain, we had one great day of sun in which I spent 6 hours sitting outside watching the sea. It's like a fire that way, you can stare for hours and never get tired. Some friends joined me outside for the afternoon and we had a beautiful afternoon of chocolate, thermoses of tea and rocking out to David Guetta in the captain's bridge and watched some seals jumping around the boat.
We entered open ocean for a 12 hour stint and had an official "briefing" of what to expect. The crew had little faith in our stomachs, it was going to be a rough ride. Other than a phantom hallway puker and a lot of people passed out down below from their sea sickness pills, there were few problems. Dinner was quite fun in the cafeteria as people tried to hold on to their plates and trays, walking, following by involuntary running for seconds, when the ship keeled hard to one side.
The best part was definitely the people. We were a concentrated assortment of young, penny-pinching back packers who were drawn together by low-season prices. We spent the days reading, drinking a bunch of wine that everyone brought on board in great quantities and walking around outside when the rains and winds calmed. An impromtu toga party was called to order by two losers of a supper-time card game. About 12 of us, adorned in our bed sheets (to the dismay of the crew) danced the night away while the rest of the bar's occupants stared. It only took about two hours to get them all on their feet and competing in white versus black (they were all dressed in dark clothes for some reason) dance-offs.
There was one downfall. Below the living quarters where cars and trucks were parked, there were several trailers full of hundreds of cows, crammed together, likely seasick, hungry and unable to do anything but stand and poop on each other. They literally cried, wailed for four days straight filling the hallways with their desperate mooing. A vegetarian's dream come true.