Our second day in Kiruna sees us back in the town centre as the church reaches its new home.
More to come about that, but first back to the start of the day.
Early Morning
I wake at 3.00am this morning and begin the blog post about the day we arrived at Tromsø.
Drew woke at 4.45pm and I made us each a cup of Lady Gray tea - a tea he'd not tasted before our visit to Prague, earlier this year and which has become a favourite of his with its light citrus flavour.
I do my ablutions beginning at 6am Drew does the same at 6.25am.
Breakfast
Breakfast is much quieter at 7am today than it was yesterday. Drew opts for a salad start this morning with a bread roll on the side.
Having enjoyed my breakfast yesterday I had another chia pudding this morning, followed by yogurt and nuts, seeds, raisins and oat pieces.
Drew had two boiled eggs and bacon
Where as I am back with my favourites - mustard and pickled herring, two types of cheese and smoked salmon.
It is interesting to note that in Sweden it is pickled and mustard herring that are the dominant form, in Norway it is pickled, tomato and sour cream that are the main flavour. I don't know why this is, but it seems fairly consistent from my recent experience.
Post- Breakfast
At 7.45pm we go back to the cabin where I pick up my laptop and go back to reception to get the faster wifi that will allow me to edit photos. All yesterdays and this morning's breakfast photos edited, titled and loaded to Flickr before 9am when I stroll back to the cabin, do our final checks and go to reception to leave our bags in the the Luggage Room for later. My sister will appreciate the warning notice!
Into the City
We leave Camp Ripan at 9.15am to chase down the moving church.
We arrive at OK Parken bus stop for the free city bus to the centre at 9.35am. It arrives at 9.50am, they are running every twenty minutes.
City Centre
We see the church on the route and decide not to head away from the 'New' City Centre but to wait for it to come to us. It is even cooler and windier today than yesterday. So, we walk to the main square and see the again see the guy who is hosting the live stream from here who looks like he is freezing on stage.
We then go into the Civic Centre Library and see the exhibition associated with the church move. Some of the images, including a children's school competition, are in this montage of photos.
From the library we visit a book shop called Ugglan Bookshop, where Drew, who is learning Swedish wanted to buy some young people's books to improve his mastery of the language.
Lunch
As it is now Midday we decide to stop at lunch. The new City Centre had eight or nine eating places, many of them fast food, but a few full service restaurants. We spotted one called La Guna and decided to stop there.
We were thinking to have something substantial, but not to heavy, given we would be on a train at dinner time this evening.
Drew opted for Mozarellasticks and what arrived was just as billed.
This was absolutly delciious. the reindeer meat (and there was plenty was served with the same type of piped potato as Drew had had, but tis was served with Crème fraîche and a tangy lingonberry sauce. Probably more than I'd intended to eat but great all the same.
The other, mainly elderdly dinners, were all watching the church on the TV in the corener of the restaurant.
It seemed a bit surreal to be watching a TV programme of an event we could hear happening outside about 50 meters away. But it was much more comfortable than standing in the biting breeze.
Back to Camp Ripan
We saw the church arrive at its new home, a few hours early, as we were eating our lunch. We had wondered if we would talk around to see it settled, but with King Carl XVI Gustaf and a range of celebrities all on site, the crowds had created a long queue, as seen here.
We decided that joining the lengthy queue made no sense so we headed back to the Free Bus stop and were the only ones on the bus. It was like having a taxi service!
We drove past the newly situated church on our way out of the City.
The bus departed at 12.55pm and we arrived at OK Parken at 1.07pm and at Camp Ripan at 1.17pm.
Afternoon at Camp Ripan
Having arrived back at Camp Ripan we collect our luggage and I sit in the lounge at reception editing and loading up all our photos from this morning, so we are right up to date. Drew read his noval on his kindle.
Departure from Camp Ripan
To give ourselves plenty of time for the train we leave Camp Ripan at 4.30pm to catch the free bus at 4.40pm.
Here's Drew approaching the bus stop
the bus arrives at 4.50pm. As mentioned earlier these free buses have been arranged to try and reduce car movement in the city for these two days of church moving, Not for freeloaders like us, though the driver welcomes and tells us where to put our luggage.
Here's Drew on the bus
with the luggage safe behind him.
By this time the bus was quite full, unlike earlier, but we still arrived at the Railway Station at 5.02pm. Over an hour before the train is due, but we like it that way.
From the station you get good views of Mount Luossavaarabacken a ski-resort that overlooks Kiruna. We could see it from the side when eating at Camp Ripan.
The station also has a memorial to those who built the line
and there are many lines, though only one platform.
We are still alone twenty minutes later when the bus drives past again - the driver waves, and the second time 20 minutes later. By the third time, when there were a few more people around us, he even stops opens the door and laughing offers us one last free ride to the city or back, as he could make it before the train arrives!! I'm used to being mocked by family and friends for being really early for things - but this is the first time a bus driver has taken up the amusement! Though in a very friendly way.
It is a surprise to find it is the platform called platform 11 - but that appears to be a translation issue as Spor (the Norwegian word, means line, not platform, it is only that we talk about platforms in English, so it might seem to be the correct - if not direct translation. There really are abnother 10 lines here but no others with platforms, the other lines are the ones for the ore carrying trains, the main activity at this station.
Kiruna is now all blue sky and sun, though still a bit nippy. Such a lovely way to end an enjoyable day in this amusing place.
On the 99 Train to Boden
The train is twenty minutes late when it arrives. And we head for it as everyone on the platform is piling on.
A French lady, already on the train, decides to take the air with her child and blocks access to our carriage door, Drew speaks to her in Swedish and she moves. [Co-pilot's note: I must, dear readers, insist that we did not know that she was French at the time when I started speaking Swedish to her.]
We arrive at our seats, it is the French lady and her husband who have left signs of occupation. I suspect hoping the train wouldn't be full and we would take other seats - it was full. So, when they return from their breather they remove there items and go back to their children!! As the journey progresses we begin to understand why they want to get away from them!! Exemplary children travellers, they were not!! [Co-pilot's note: I, dear readers, felt sooooooo sorry for the poor little French man, who was the father - he was in a right state - he was a ruin.]
The train leaves at 6.27pm. The train is exceptionally full with no spare seats anywhere. This is the route:
Even though the station is six miles from the New City Centre, the train goes no nearer to Kiruna, in fact it leaves Kiruna by reversing out of the station and then going forward around the mine which dominates the city skyline.
Supper
At 7.14pm we have the snack we bought yesterday. A bag of salted crisps for me and a bar of chocolate for Drew. This is chocolate we bought in Olden based on the brand comment of my sister when we were in Oslo, that one of the signs we had taken was an advert for Norwegian chocolate. Drew has been very abstemious on the chocolate front wiring until this evening to consume it.
We proceed along the line heading for Gällivar, 8.25pm instead of 7.55pm. We are held outside Fjällåsen for a goods train to pass. This now means we will be 30 minutes late at Gällivar.
The current position is that we will arrive in Boden (our transfer point to the Sleeper train at 10.05pm, but there is space for that to slip yet!!). The sleeper train is due to leave at 10.18pm
As the train gets slower and stops to allow other traffic past (apart from at stations there is only single track on this line) more often, thankfully we have the first announcement from the guard that the 93 train to Stockholm won't leave Boden before we arrive. A great relief for all I'm sure.
We skipped the station at Nattavaaara and arrived at Murjek 44 minutes late at 9.34pm. [Co-pilot's note: It was here, dear readers, that I noticed that the French fella had resorted to putting up his hoody and gently rocking back and for as his children ran around him screaming!!]
Finally we arrived at Boden at 10.30pm 45 minutes late so we had to speed across the platform to get to the sleeper in time.
The Boden train is now confirmed for 10.50pm departure, 4 minutes after we arrive. It will be on the platform opposite ours when we arrive. so we will need to walk across the platform to find our carriage and apartment
Sleeper apartment
With everyone rushing on board the train actully leaves the station at 10.40pm on our way. We had booked a private sleeper cabin.
Which has the advantage of a private toilet,
We then have the challenge of making the beds - I love the look of wonder on Drew's face as he tries to compare reality with the guide on the cabin wall!
Though he mastered it all, so that he had the downstairs bunk
and I the upstairs bunk
At 11.06pm I climb up into bed, after the three hours on a train already it is certainly time to sleep.
See you in the morning all.




















I am like you and always frightfully early for things like buses, trains, planes. Mind I went to an open garden at Llys dinam on Sunday and had to park in a lay-by as I was so early it had not opened! It would have made me a wreck with the time ticking away with delays on your train! The church moving was quite the thing to make your visit to Sweden more memorable.
ReplyDeleteHi Linda,
DeleteYes, I reckon the church moving was a unique moment, not to be repeated. The chance of it happening on the two days we were there fills me with great joy.
As I ran down the platform getting from train to train, Drew was saying - they aren't going to go now until all the passengers are on. My rational mind knew this, but it didn't stop me diving on at the first possible moment.
I did a similar thing in 2015 (using foreign language books to help improve my skills). I also used a Swedish author (Jonas Jonasson) only in my case I used translations. The first book of his I read was The Hundred Year Old Man Who Climbed Out of a Window and Disappeared. I read it in the French translation and the English. I kind of wished I could have read the Swedish, because in several places the English translator missed whole sections that the French translator had included. It was as if the English translator just couldn't be bothered by certain paragraphs or sentences, and so just left them out. It is an excellent comic novel, btw, although quite dark in places.
ReplyDeleteHi Robin,
DeleteThe role of the translator is such a critical one, that like you I'd fancy reading some texts in the original (but I'm not up to it!).
The Wallander Books (set in Southern Sweden) constantly change the job title he has - Inspector, Cheif Inspector, Superintentant etc, not becuase he changes roles, but because the Swedish police structure doesn't map easily on to the British one and different translators make different choices.
I mentioned earlier in the blog my love for the Norweigan charecter Inspector Sejer, but it is clear the translators of those aren't consitant with the titles of feast days familiar to Norweigan Lutherians, but not to Anglicans/Episcopalins. Luciadagen, St. Lucy's day as we would say, is translated a few times as Lucy's Day and then as Light Day - Lucy/Lucia having its roots in the Latin for light. Even one of the books has this sentance: "They were celebrating Saint Light with saffron buns and candles", where the context clearly meant St. Lucy, but the translator was simply not familiar with her!!