babies and family · Love and Happiness (and all the fun bits in between)

Nauseous, sweaty & puffy – month 2 ♡

I found out I was pregnant in month two of my pregnancy, right before our family trip to Bali! For the first half of our trip I felt tired and hot. Bali in Summer was always going to be unpleasant, but my body acting as it’s own furnace made it much, much worse!

During our last few days of Bali I contracted what I thought was a cold, but once I was home it pretty quickly became apparent I had Influenza. It absolutely destroyed me (on top of the pregnancy nausea), and I was so glad we were over the active part of our holiday and I could lay down!

I think given I was so sick, it is hard to tell what was pregnancy and what was the flu – but the signs and symptoms I did have were: swollen/tender boobs, fatigue, nausea (without vomiting) and headaches. On our last day we drove from Ubud back to the Bali airport for our flight home and it was the most intense nausea I had experienced yet. That 40 minute drive on windy roads, with a tap-happy braker, really tested me!

The second half of the second month was not good. I felt both drunk and hungover at the same time, all of the time. I also had flashbacks to that time I had vertigo. The nausea was unrelenting, if I moved too quickly (or if I moved at all), the waves of nausea would completely take over.

Basically my appearance for the first trimester resembled this ↙

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Week 8 I had bleeding, which meant a trip to the hospital and I was told that I was experiencing a threatened miscarriage. I knew that having a miscarriage was always possible, and it terrified me. What made it even scarier was the fact that there was nothing I could do to prevent it. I just had to ride it out and hope for the best.

From a personal perspective I switched back to eating meat around week 8, I had been vegetarian for a year. I was struggling with food and felt fatigued and unwell. Despite supplements, I made the decision to go back to eating meat a few times a week. This wasn’t a medical choice, it was a personal choice and even if it was for my own mental wellness then I was happy with my choice.

Week 9 was my first appointment with my OB, and running through all of the initial information was exciting but made it all so phenomenally real. It was when I had my ultrasound and saw our tiny little baby dancing and grooving on the screen that my heart exploded! Especially after having nearly lost the pregnancy just the week before. It was dancing like a little care bear and looked just like a chicos baby lolly…

Week 10 I went for my first full ultrasound and G and I saw our little babe on screen and saw that it’s size was bang-on with my expected due date. It was getting hard to believe that I had almost reached the end of my first trimester!

I had started to see the tiniest of baby bumps, I knew that I had an anterior placenta which is known to stop your baby bump from ‘popping’ as early as others. I also am quite tall (average legs but long torso), so I was a little excited when I could see a noticeable little bump.

I couldn’t sleep because of insomnia as well as a wild-resurgence of my restless leg syndrome. So that was fun. Nausea, sweaty, swollen, sore boobs and the inability to stop my legs from moving. In the darkest hours of night I just kept thinking how do I survive this for another 7 months?!

The only things that helped with my all-day nausea (and I mean helped minimally, certainly didn’t stop it) was ginger (tea, ginger beer, crystallised, kombucha), and watermelon. The only thing I could manage to eat was fruit – mostly watermelon. I found that the smell of mint or menthol helped as well!

Oh and ice-cold water, and drinking it slowly. Honestly without ice-cold water I would have been in trouble. I also couldn’t stomach coffee or tea during the second month. I was even struggling with Diet Coke, which is absolutely my favourite beverage of all time.

Overall it was definitely a month of noticeable change, and some pretty debilitating side-effects, but seeing the very subtle changes and looking at my ultrasound pictures definitely made it that little easier (and all of the ginger, watermelon and cold water!).

Month two of pregnancy signs/symptoms :

  • Nausea – yes+++++
  • Bloating – yes+++
  • Sleep problems / insomnia – yes++++
  • Tender/swollen breasts – yes++++
  • Fatigue – yes+++
  • Moodiness – not really+

Tell me, what was/is your month two of pregnancy like?

Courtney x

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The Freebie – month 1 ♡

Month one of your pregnancy is kind of a freebie, isn’t it? For most of us, you don’t realise you are pregnant and even though by the time your missed period happens you are considered to be a month pregnant, technically it is 2 weeks or less.

Christmas was with my in-laws interstate and we had both worked up until Christmas Eve and knowing that we had a week down in Sydney to just relax and celebrate was the only thing pulling us through.

Christmas Day was a blast and normally once the presents and formalities are out of the way, it’s wine-time. I had one glass of prosecco and felt off. At the time I felt kind of ripped off because I was vegetarian and thought how is it I have food poisoning from salad?! I remember having to lie down with the sweats (not unusual during an Australian summer), but felt so terribly off.

Christmas turned into a water-drinking affair and a pretty solid nap. Again, it had been a long lead up to Christmas, work had been crazy and it was hot – so I didn’t think too much of it.

I stayed off for the rest of our trip interstate and figured I was coming down with smomething.

It turns out I was in the very early stages of pregnancy!

So, to quickly summarise what your ‘standard’ or ‘typical’ pregnancy signs and symptoms are for month one:

  • Acute sense of smell
  • Need to wee more often
  • Spotting
  • Nausea
  • Metallic taste

I’ve always been part-wolf when it comes to my sense of smell so I didn’t notice a huge difference there. I also drink heaps of water, so couldn’t see a noticeable difference there.

I also had spotting the day before my period was due, which is phenomenally normal for me. When I saw that I figured I was going to get a negative pregnancy test. I also experienced the nausea on Christmas Day and for the rest of the month, but I also really struggle in the best.

So taking all of that into consideration, on paper – I really didn’t expect to see those two pink lines, but here we are and I couldn’t be happier ♡♡♡.

Like I’ve said, month one really does feel like a freebie, but since this little babe was planned things I did before and during month one were:

  • avoided alcohol & cigarettes for the most part (a few cheeky champagnes over that crazy Christmas period – before I knew I was pregnant
  • spoke with my GP and let him know what my plans were
  • started taking Elevit as my multi-vitamin

Courtney ♡

 

Australia

Expecting Mindfully

Pregnancy is miraculous, a gift, an honour and a marvel which is hard to believe. It is also hard freaking work!

I’m now in my seventh month of my pregnancy (with my first babe) and ooo boy, I was not prepared for all the weird and wonderful surprises during this journey!

Our pregnancy was planned and long-awaited and when we found out I was pregnant, I honestly felt as though my heart was going to beat out of my chest.

2020 has been a time of awful uncertainty in the world, and to some degree it has been a real conflict to celebrate and talk about this baby, knowing the struggles and the pain Earth and her inhabitants are going through.

For my own mental health I’ve been keeping a mindfulness journal, intermittently – but I want to make a conscious effort to keep it up during this last trimester.

This is a little spot for me to write about my pregnancy so far, and pregnancy ahead. Primarily this has always been a travel blog, and then a mental health blog, so I am hoping the transition makes sense.

I would love to connect with other mums-to-be and especially other mums who have experienced peri/post natal mental health battles.

Courtney x

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24 Weeks

‘When you moved, I felt squeezed with a wild infatuation and protectiveness. We are one. Nothing, not even death, can change that.’ – Suzanne Finnamore

In the last week my belly bump has grown, it is rounder than before and it feels much more firm. Moving in certain ways is getting harder and I am really starting to feel the weight.

There is more to it than just its growth though, I’ve started to feel movements. Your movements.

Beautiful, fluttering movements. After a really rough pregnancy, to be able to experience those first noticeable movements from you is nothing short of delightful.

When I wake in the mornings and roll over onto my back, I wait for you to rise to the surface (so to speak). I will feel the motion and shortly after see the risen part of my stomach. Last week you were mostly to the left, this week you have been to the right. I spend my first five minutes awake waiting for my little surface visitor. When you do meet my hand at the surface and push every so slowly against it, it is the days reassurance for me.

That what I am going through day to day, is for both of us. It is not just for me anymore. This alone beautiful but terrifying, both settling and overwhelming.

For now the flutters are just between you and I, the movements cannot be felt on the outside and your Dad hasn’t felt you yet. In your own time your movements will become more pronounced.

Thank you for greeting me in the morning, for having a little groove whenever I play music and for being the cute little frog you are at the moment.

I can’t wait to meet you.

x

Health and Wellbeing (mental, physical, emotional & spiritual) · Love and Happiness (and all the fun bits in between) · Self Improvement · Wives, Husbands and Marriages

I made the mistake of not saying ‘No’…

A couple of years ago I decided that I was going to say ‘No’ more, stand by my decision and not feel as though I had to justify my response. It served me well, particularly in my personal life. Saying no to outings I did not want to go to, saying no to having people in my space, saying no to things that did not please me or make me feel happy.

Sounds tricky right? It isn’t, not really. Once you let go of the guilt or assumed expectation that you ‘better’ have a good excuse. Truth is, you do not owe anyone your time, or pieces of you aren’t willing to share.

A couple of weeks ago I was put in a position where I couldn’t say no. I wanted to, with every fibre of my being. I knew full well that I would come home feeling like absolute trash. I tried to trust the experience like maybe it was not going to be a complete and utter waste of time. That I would be left raw and exposed. Of course, it went exactly how I expected it to. I went in with the best intentions, tried to leave my suspicion at the door of the intention behind the entire thing. Within an hour I could feel the judgement being cast upon me. Which is always rich when it is coming from someone who would be better off minding their manner and attitude.

So I sit here a fortnight later, still annoyed. I still feel as though I was made to expose a part of me which I was fiercely protecting. I tried to go to this event with solidarity with my Partner and instead what I suspected came true. I was the commodity. I was not welcomed, I was judged and I left feeling as though I had put myself into a position of judgement.

I now feel like the life I have tried to hard to justify and protect was left wide open for the criticism of people who, quite frankly, mean absolutely nothing to me.

Sometimes we cannot put our foot down, we find ourselves in a position of compromise. When you are in a relationship and you love your partner, you can sometimes ignore your gut instinct. Just like I did. I tried to push aside my suspicions and that awful feeling in my stomach. I tried to embrace the potential for new connections and (heaven forbid) acceptance.

It would seem that even seven years on, I still let the opinions of nobodies and those who are so far removed from being important in my world, hurt me.

Next time I will say no, and I will be firm in my response. I did for so many years, was challenged and ridiculed for it. Yet, when I finally backed down, I ended up in a space of hurt and sadness.

So I ask you, what do you do to reclaim your space, your purpose and your self-love when there has been a speed-bump you have gone crashing into? How do you leave yourself open to your partner and new opportunities, yet closed to criticism or judgement from others?

Courtney x

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Toss the tampons, embrace your moon-cup.

P-E-R-I-O-D-S

I have debated back and forth whether or not to write this post. For most of my friends, we have entered a real phase of acknowledging that our periods are real and not something we should be ashamed of. For the generation above us though (strictly excluding any beloved hippy relatives), it isn’t something you speak about.

img_2965My mother freaks OUT whenever I mention my period. I speak quite openly about it, not at dinner or with my Boss – but I sure as hell am comfortable talking to my Husband about it (a taboo act, if you ask Mum).

Even though I knew I could talk to my Mum about this ‘change’, I still wasn’t ready for my period to show up. One day I was playing freely in the backyard, the next I was panicking about having become a woman, while saying ‘You’re a woman now, time to grow up’ in the mirror repeatedly (look, I wish I had made that up for dramatic effect, but it really happened).

In fact, I decided to just ignore my first period, a week of excruciating pain and bleeding and I just ignored it. I wish I hadn’t of ignored it though, Mum was well prepared, with a bag stashed away in her cupboard, filled with all items available to you in 1998. In terms of open conversation, however, that was the start and end of it. Mum passed the bag along, gave me a pretty thorough drill-down on the situation, on hygiene and that was it.img_2961

You’re looking at about six months for a tampon to decompose, and even then the amount of water and natural/man-made resources to do so is massive. Also, I f*cking HATE paying for them. 10,000 tampons at an average of $5 for a box of 16 organic tampons and I am looking at around $3,000 for single-use cotton tampons, packed in individual plastic each, and that estimate is grossly under what it has actually cost.

Little did we know that by the time I was 14 I would have the sort of periods which would disable me to the point I couldn’t go to school (thanks, Endometriosis), or that I would be in a constant state of panic in my school skirts. I have not been blessed with a polite, feminine period – rather I have the type of monthly event where it is clear my uterus is throwing a freaking tantrum at having not gotten pregnant for another month.

img_2963When I turned 32 I decided I was sick of tampons and pads and all of the plastic and just the whole show of it all. After 20 years of periods and roughly 6-8 tampons a day, with a 5-7 day period every 28 days (like clockwork, actually) it works out to be approximately 10,000 tampons I have used in my lifetime. TEN THOUSAND TAMPONS. Sure, I use the organic cotton kind but they still come wrapped up in plastic. Not to mention they go into landfill or down the loo (you can flush tampons, I’ve checked with my Plumber Hubby).

Providing you pick the right cup you should not need to change it more often than every 12 hours. That said, if you do experience heavier periods, than you may like to wear a liner on your heavier days. Ideally, the best/cleanest/most hygienic way to change them is in the shower. I have been using mine for around a year now, and only in a few cases of emergency have I needed to use a tampon here and there.

There is no shortage of brands out there, and I have no alignment to any particular product. When you are doing your research though, some of the things you might like to consider are the material, firmness, capacity, size, cup shape, stem design, air holes and quality and safety.img_2968

They can be messy (which is why the shower is my go-to), the fitting changes from brand to brand, getting used to inserting the cup can take a bit of practice and trial and error! (this goes for the removal as well), and you do need to maintain your moon cup and ensure you sterilise it correctly.

They’re easy to use, they are convenient, they save costs, there are the environmental benefits, there is no odour, there are health benefits, you don’t need to replace them as often, they’re quite comfortable and they’re movement-friendly!

Biome sells the Diva Cup, which is one of the brands I have used – you can find the link here.

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#redmondtraveldiary18 · Europe · Travel

Travel Diary (Day 22) – Oslo to Edinburgh

Day 22 11/10 – Oslo – Edinburgh

EUROPE - 3231We had an early morning to head back to the Oslo Airport and make our flight to Scotland. The excitement of heading to Scotland was there, but we were also really quite sad about leaving this amazing country. If you are travelling in and out of Oslo, I couldn’t recommend the Oslo FlyToGet service any higher. It will cost you far less than other modes of transport, the buses and trains are really comfortable and you’re guaranteed to get to your destination.

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We lugged our massive (seriously, those backpacks were such a mistake!) to Oslo Airport and soaked in the little time we had left. Our boarding time was not until after lunch, so I had time to do some photo back-ups, FaceTime my family and also have a couple of cheeky wines.

Our flight was only an hour and a half and by lunchtime, we were flying over Scotland! We had a lot to see in our short amount of time in Scotland so we hit the ground running. We dropped our luggage off at our Premier Inn on Princess Street, went for a walk, grabbed coffees and kept on walking. We walked all the way through and to Old Town and again had the same feeling we did when we were in Oslo, wishing we had of had more time in this beautiful city!

Guinness and Whisky was our next step and as we sat down and soaked in the foot traffic along Edinburgh’s beautiful cobblestone streets, the surprise dimly lit alleyways and of course the imposing castle!

Edinburgh’s Old Town has been a UNESCO World Heritage site since the mid-nineties and I honestly felt as though I had stepped back in time. Victoria Street is absolutely gorgeous and rumour has it that it is the inspiration behind Harry Potter’s Diagon Alley.

We quickly decided that what we should do, is go on a Haunted tour through Edinburgh. Sounds like such a great idea after a few drinks, but by the time the sun disappeared, I have to admit I was seriously getting spooked out (and excited!). We decided to go with City of the Dead tours, it seemed to have the most comprehensive detail on their website, and we just hoped it wasn’t corny or had the tour guide dressed as a vampire or anything ridiculous.

EUROPE - 2101The tour itself was really spooky, especially when our tour guide (who was fantastic and not dressed like a B-grade Drama Student) would dull her candle or turn her torch off. I think the closest I came to losing my mind is when we were underground. There is a reason why this tour group has been named Britain’s Best Ghost Walk, it is so well done, very spooky (without it being over the top) and really highlights the fact that truth is always scarier and stranger than fiction!

Some fun facts about Edinburgh (hold onto your butts here)…

Ghost hunters and Psychics have long said that Edinburgh is one of the most haunted places in the world.

Hundreds of ‘witches’ were burnt at the stake during the witchcraft frenzy of the 17th century.

The underground vaults (absolutely the scariest place I have ever been) used to be the home for the poorest people in Edinburgh, as well as vagrants, thieves, sex workers and those with only the darkest of intentions.

Greyfriars Kirkyard is a graveyard which dates back to the 16th century and being there was just horrifying. Many claim that they are attacked by malevolent spirits. G walked right up to the back of one of the scarier cells. I feel things a little more deeply than G, so I was on high alert for most of the tour, I kept trying to lock down my mind and heart from racing (which took a lot of slow breathing and counting).

You can book a tour with City of the Dead here.

EUROPE - 2050Once we finished our tour we walked back down through Old Town, back to our hotel and off to sleep – ready to explore more of Edinburgh the following day before we drove to Glasgow!

Edinburgh I hope to come back one day and spend a week or so in your beautiful city!

x Courtney x

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#redmondtraveldiary18 · Europe · Hurtigruten · Norway

Oslo, Norway

Day 21, Wednesday 10/10

Waking up this morning knowing we had reached the end of our Hurtigruten adventure was bitter-sweet. We never like ending a cruise, but we had experienced such a wonderful time and we were excited to see what was next.

Thankfully we booze-packed our luggage the night before. So when we woke up it was really just our carry-on we needed to have sorted. Due to a miscommunication on our end, we were not out of our room by 8am as you should be and so we were in a bit of a mad rush to get sorted. G had already started looking at the weather in Oslo, to see if we would be getting back to warmer weather!

After we left the boat and headed to the bus which would take us to the airport, I was able to hug and give a kiss on the cheek to the exploration director, she was absolutely wonderful and I think she made the trip as good as it was!

Our bus ride to the airport was another cramped experience. Honestly, as majestic as the return trip would have been on our cruise, I think I am in desperate need for some wide-open spaces and need to get away from lines and crowds and rudeness and staring (seriously, four days is about my limit).

During our booze-packing last night, I seemed to have the insight that my luggage would absolutely be over the 20kg limit. We are flying with Norwegian Air Shuttle and I think this is the airline with the least amount of luggage permissible. I bought an extra two kg’s and thankfully came in with 400grams to spare. We cooled our heels at the airport for a couple of hours and we were able to say goodbye to our wonderful dinner buddies, Ros and Wendy – two beautiful souls from Adelaide who we had connected with on the trip.

As terrible as this sounds, honestly knowing we would not have to handle the aggressive behaviour and poor social skills of 75% of the guests on the ship had the same effect on us as too much champagne. As we boarded our bus and drove off towards the airport it was bitter-sweet. We could not believe that this journey which we had waited years for, was over. Just like that. What an adventure!

Once we made it to the incredibly tiny airport in Kirkenes, we had a few hours to wait before our flight. Our flight to Oslo was quite quick and to look out the window and see the beautiful landscape change so drastically was amazing. I guess given the 1800km stretch of land between Kirkenes and Oslo, was roughly the same as Cairns to Brisbane (with very little change in the landscape in comparison in terms of seasonal change), it was mind-blowing to see such huge changes.

Landing in Oslo was amazing, that airport is just phenomenal. We had less than 24 hours in Oslo and given our exhaustion we were so glad we had decided on the train into town for our very brief stay.

As we carried our gigantic backpacks, day packs and all of our de-robed jackets/scarfs through the streets we immediately realised that Oslo was a city we would return to one day. After spending a week in very cold, sparse areas of Norway it seemed a shame that we had only one night in Oslo.

We made it to our hotel, immediately received a room upgrade (this was so welcomed and so appreciated!) and then I decided to spend an hour in the shower. Washing, scrubbing, exfoliating, shaving (!) and basically stretching out in the gigantic shower-bath. I typically hate shower-baths, but after very cramped quarters on the ship, I was so excited to be able to reach behind my knees!

I decided to accompany my shower with 90’s music, a bottle of Limoncello (had only intended for a small glass but once I realised the extent of my wild-woman body-hair, the bottle quickly became necessary. An hour slipped away easily and as I emerged feeling like some glamorous, post-Arctic-circle siren – I threw my thermal leggings in the bin, dumped my empty Limoncello bottle on top of it, threw my hair into a top-knot and was ready for our express Oslo tour!

NB: ‘Tour’ means us legging it for as far as we can go in one direction, then coming home. Usually involves several stops at drinking establishments. Always completely worth it, as we always come across the prettiest places and sights, and all for free when you’re walking!

 

Our walk was warm and pretty and we could visibly see the seasons changing and I wasn’t wearing thermals! Yay! We hoofed it to Kampen and then walked back to Tøyen and then found ourselves standing outside what would quickly become Grant’s favourite part of Oslo. Way Down South. Hello, American BBQ. After all of the fish which I had consumed, and the Sheep’s Head we quickly tried to forget, it was for the best that my red-blooded man had come across a restaurant famed for their trays of meat.

*Edit – I have since become a vegetarian and I also believe that eating my weight in salmon and also seeing my Husband consume the head of a sheep had something to do with it. Oh, and the white/blood sausage, but that’s for a future post!

EUROPE - 947The hospitality was amazing, it was our favourite thing to do – banter with the Owner and Staff (our highlight was meeting the lovely Jim himself, enjoy delicious food, enjoy each others company and then go for a long and slightly tipsy walk home. We both left with our amazing #stretchypants t-shirts, full bellies and without the guilt, we perhaps should have felt, about scarfing down American style ‘Family Pickins’ platter BBQ in Norway.

Oslo was such a brief stop and I would be lying if I said I didn’t think of it often. One day I hope to return and spend a lot longer in Norway, explore the family heritage and throw ourselves into everything this beautiful country has to offer.

Thank you, Norway, for everything you shared with us, for all of your beautiful sights and for planting within us a seed to revisit. It will take us a few years (maybe ten or twenty) but we WILL be back!

Thank you for reading my post! I am a Brisbane based creative and blogger. I do not receive payment for my blogging, and in the event, I have been gifted any products and items, I will always mention this. I live with my Husband, make hand-crafted household and personal eco-friendly items, accessories, and provide photographic services when requested.

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#redmondtraveldiary18 · Courtney's Travel Tips & Tricks · Europe · Hurtigruten · Norway · photography

Honningsvåg, the North Cape, fish ice-cream & the Aurora Borealis

Day 20 – Tuesday 9/10

Each morning we woke up, to the slow rattle and roll of our beautiful ship, the MS Kong Harald pulling into port, we knew another incredible adventure was ahead of us. We chose to travel in Autumn, so the fact we had seen as much snow as what we had, was incredible. There were many hours where we would lay sideways in our bed and just stare out of our window, completely amazed by what we were looking at.

EUROPE - 7270It was hard to believe we had already reached day 5 of our trip. It seemed that this amazing adventure we had waited so long for, was going past so quickly. We wanted to embrace each and every moment and with relative whiplash looking from one side of Norway to the other, our eyes were drunk with beauty.

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Today was the day we would get to visit the North Cape, Nordkapp – the beautiful home to Honningsvåg. As awful as this is going to sound, the relief we felt when we were able to get off the ship and board an English-speaking bus away from the mass population of incredibly rude, pushy, eyes-for-Christmas people we had spent nearly a week within our small quarters, was invigorating!

Honestly, I think we had the best tour guide, he was so passionate and absolutely nothing on this Earth grabs my interest and inspires me than learning about a place from a local with stars in their eyes. It reminds me that although some people think that taking tours is not ‘authentic’ enough, I disagree with you completely. Having someone who loves where they are from, enough to share it with you is the epitome of travel and experience, really absorbing the location you are in.

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Nordkapp sits at latitude 71°10’21” N and safe to say it is the furthermost North I have ever been, or am likely to ever go! We knew that in terms of tourism, this particular location is known as a tourist trap, and it is expensive but it is beautiful. As I write this, I can see my beautiful Sami-made Christmas decoration on my tree and I have absolutely no issues with the cost we faced to visit this place. It was AMAZING. Our bus trip was around 30-45 minutes up the mountain to the visitor’s centre. We were still completely blown away to see snow wherever we looked.

Nordkapp was eye-opening and I would have loved to have spent more time in the Sami-district, but seeing as we only had a day in the area, that unfortunately was not an option. Grant and I made our way away from the crowd when we got off the bus – heading straight out to the point and avoiding the visitor centre and the actual monument. With hundreds of people up there, we preferred to enjoy the beautiful view, have a view moments without interruption and avoid the reality that it was definitely a tourist butterfly-net. It was worth it, completely. It was completely overwhelming to realise where we were, what we were experiencing and to try and imagine all of the people before us over hundreds of years who had visited the area.

We only had a short time in Nordkapp but I can honestly say, that as we exited the bus and headed back towards the ship, I was really dreading leaving such a beautiful place, the most northern place I had ever been to and one of the most beautiful places I had ever seen. I think our kisses at the most northern point of Europe would stay with us for quite a while!

EUROPE - 6669This was also a pretty terrible day to realise that although my boots were great for hiking, they were 100% inappropriate for ice, I cannot count how many times I nearly completely stacked it!

So, some fun facts about Nordkapp, which we were told by our incredible tour guide:

  • Nordkapp is not actually the northernmost point of Europe, the neighbouring Knivskjellodden is 1457m further north.
  • In approximately 1664, the first tourist was reported to have climbed the plateau, he was an Italian Priest and it took him more than two years to make his journey.
  • The first group travel was arranged in 1875 for 24 participants.

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This destination is certainly expensive but it is absolutely beautiful and I figured that if we were going to travel all that way, only to stay on the boat and not go on the journey, it would have been a missed opportunity.

The entrance fee is 275NOK, which is around $45AUD – you will pay more to go on an organised tour, but the climb is steep and the tour guide is a local and is passionate – so well worth it if you can afford it.

Once we made our way back down the mountain and back onto the ship for our final leg of our Hurtigruten journey we finally tried the Brown Cheese and Stockfish flavoured ice-cream on board the ship (unusual, but not all that unpleasant), rugged up with warm drinks and waited for our chance to see the Aurora Borealis.

I had already been asleep for an hour when G came and woke me up once they were showing, I had the wrong lens on the camera and was totally out of it. However, you can see my very very amateur shots below!

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