0Sunday. 26th June 1881—En route to Molde
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26 June 1881 — En route to Molde
Sunday. 26th June 1881. The wind fell & the rolling of the ship became very much less—so much so that about 12 I ventured to turn out of my berth dressed & went on the upper deck & then had my lunch brought to me & enjoyed it—several other ladies appeared. The weather quite cleared & when about 5 we got to Aalesund it was a lovely afternoon & the sun still high. It is a very picturesque sort of little town on the left is a high hill under which nestle the houses in a sort of little bay behind a breakwater– The houses are all wooden & painted of different bright colours on the right the hills were high & streaked with large patches of snow. From here we followed the Fjord passed bare islands & bleak rocks. We landed a couple of passengers at Aalesund but the most of us went north– At 7 we dined all the passengers being able to join once more in the meal—& then abt 9 we arrived at Molde—a very pretty little town under the snow streaked hills—the houses all of wood & brightly coloured. Henry, the Genl., Hill & I landed at once & left Monty to see to the enormous heap of luggage we had to land. As we had only bags we were let thro’ the custom house & walked up the street to the Hotel Siemonsen– A very queer figure of a man in a black velveteen suit—round eyes—curly wig & tremendous mustachios met us & wanted to take our bags—on Hill’s objecting he said in the most insinuating tones “in me you have the Landlord”—& he was Mr Siemonsen– The hotel was large with 2 beds in each room but Henry, Hill & I preferred to go to the succursal close by where we settled down. Henry & I sat outside the door till the beds were arranged. It seemed so odd that it should be broad daylight & past 10 o’clock at night. We watched the people going to their homes in their Sunday best. The women fine tall fair well grown girls with their heads tied up in white silk handkerchiefs– They had very nice countenances– Having darkened our rooms as best we cd we got to bed abt 11 but there was no sleep for another hour as the children of the house had to be got to bed—then all the women talked & doors banged as tho’ it was the day– At last all quieted by degrees & I got a little sleep.

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