Now we were ready to start the steep 300-ft descent towards Gothenburg. As the ship started down the first flight of locks we took the opportunity to have a gentle walk along the towpath.
At the old shipyard at Sjötorp is a museum with a number of old boats in the water and a collection of canal artifacts together with a mock-up of an old cargo ship in the workshop building. While we were in the museum, the Diana waited in the lock to receive some essential services (waste pump-out, and a tank full of fresh water).
We joined the ship at the next lock, ready to cross Lake Vänern which is Sweden's largest lake and Europe's third-largest (we had already crossed the two larger ones, Ladoga and Onega, on our Russian trips - as well as the sixth largest, Vättern, the day before - so now I suppose we will have to visit Finland and Estonia for the 4th and 5th). Luckily the weather was still extremely good, for this huge lake can become quite rough in bad weather.
After a 3-hour trip across the head of the lake we could see an amazing castle in the distance. Like something from a storybook, this fairytale castle had an absolutely splendid outlook across the water, and we were delighted to realise that this was our next destination. Its mooring jetty was only a few feet long but the ship was brought to a halt against the jetty so that the crew could lash a boarding plank to the bows and let us disembark.
We were given two hours to explore the 13th century castle of Läckö, but it was so fascinating that we would have welcomed at least an extra hour to explore on our own. The guided tour was excellent but unfortunately I was not allowed to take any pictures inside the castle, although I could take pictures in the grounds and in the chapel. All too soon the ship was heard blowing its whistle, summoning us to depart, and we had to hurry back on board.
Leaving the castle, we zig-zagged an incredibly intricate course amongst the islands towards the main part of the lake. Crossing the rest of Lake Vänern took the remainder of the afternoon and the whole evening so it was almost midnight by the time we docked above the Trollhatten flight,
The falls of Trollhatten were the biggest obstacle to the construction of the Gota Canal. With a sheer drop of over 100 feet across a granite cliff-face, as well as sundry smaller drops, they had completely defeated the Swedish engineers for many years but eventually, by the year 1800, they managed to blast away the chambers for two narrow staircases of locks. These were very successful but were something of a bottleneck for traffic as well as being too small for the ships that wanted to reach Lake Vänern so with Teford's help a larger pair of staircases was built in parallel with the originals; they were opened in 1844 and remained in use until just a few years ago.
After a walk around the Trollhatten old locks and museum we rejoined the ship for the descent of the absolutely amazing modern lock-flight. The newest locks, dating from 1916 but greatly modernised recently, have enormous chambers; after the first single lock the following staircase descends by over 100ft in just three locks! Surprisingly there are no risers (vertical cables) set into the walls, so that large descending boats use long ropes to the bollards while smaller or ascending boats must continually swap their ropes from one rung of the ladders to the next. Interestingly however there are safety lines along the whole length of the staircase, to which the jump-ashore Johnny must attach himself at all times.
After leaving the massive Trollhatten staircase we were on the final run down the river to Gothenburg. The captain suggested to me that this would be an ideal time for me to have some fun steering the ship, so I took over the controls. At first I steered using the tiny joystick which is positioned just to the right of the wheel, but I found it most unsatisfactory because the control is fairly coarse and of course gives you no feedback at all; when I mentioned this to the captain he switched off the joystick and unlatched the wheel for me. This was more like it, I had a great time experimenting with the ship's handling characteristics as we cruised down the river at full speed, and all too soon (after about half an hour) the last lock came into view and the captain insisted on taking control again.
Finally we reached Gothenburg, and sadly had to leave the ship. It had been a fabulous trip, and one which I would wholeheartedly recommend to anybody, but for us it was not over yet. Instead of flying straight home from Gothenburg, we had booked seats on the next morning's express train back to Stockholm. This train is wonderfully comfortable and very fast and, as we watched the magnificent scenery flashing past the window, we found it much easier to place the canal itself into the context of the land through which it passed. We managed to spot the canal a few times, and then suddenly we were in Stockholm again.
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Stockholm; a vibrant city where old and strikingly-new seem happy to co-exist |
At the open-air museum; here are a windmill and a Bolinder. I have created a page of other photos from the open-air museum |
We catch a tram back to the hotel |
The ornately-carved bows of the Vasa. I have created a page of other photos from the Vasa museum |
We spent the afternoon at the wonderful open-air museum of Swedish Life (rather like our Black Country Museum if you know that) before catching a tram back to town for a superb end-of-trip meal. This was followed by a visit to the hotel's ice-bar - its walls, tables, and even the bar itself are made of ice - where we stood for half an hour in sub-zero temperatures drinking vodka cocktails from glasses that were themselves made from ice (no washing-up needed in this bar!). The next day we returned to the island where the museums are situated, and visited the Vasa museum (the Vasa was a 17th century warship that sank after just 15 minutes afloat in Stockholm harbour, and lay perfectly-preserved in the mud for 333 years) before setting off for the airport.
All that remained was to have a relaxing flight back to the UK - but it was not to be. It turned out that our plane tickets were for a flight that doesn't even exist at weekends, so we had to buy some new and very expensive last-minute tickets home; our travel agent refunded only some of the money by hiding behind the small print of their contract so we finished an otherwise-wonderful holiday feeling decidedly unhappy! Nonetheless, we loved Stockholm and will definitely make an effort to return there one day.
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