After a good night’s sleep, lulled gently by the motion of the Boudicca in the clear fjord, we awoke early and looked out of our portholes. We couldn’t see a thing; thick sea fog made it impossible. As we were due to spend the day ‘scenic cruising’ through the Prins Christian Sund we hoped the…
We were awoken this morning by the sound of the captain’s voice coming over the tannoy, saying he was going to deviate slightly from his planned route, because there were reports of lots of migrating whales, who were in search of the herring shoals. Therefore, after getting ready and having breakfast, we wrapped up warmly…
