The Baltic was calm as we sailed overnight to Skagen but the dense fog did slow the ship down. The ship’s fog horn was sounding for most of the night and was still sounding at 6 am.
By 7 am the fog had cleared around the ship and we had plenty of time for breakfast in the Medina.
Our Baltic cruise on P&O Aurora would take us to Poland, Lithuania, Russia, Estonia, Latvia, Germany, Denmark and Norway.
Day 15 was Saturday 27th May and we visited Skagen at the most Northerly tip of Denmark
Unhappy breakfast table
From our balcony I could see a bank of fog away in the distance.
At breakfast we discovered that for some reasons or other our fellow passengers were not looking forward to their time ashore. All in all it was one of those breakfasts to forget as I was staggered to hear the complaints from our table companions.
One was particularly unhappy that her cabin steward had not been topping up her liquid soap in her shower every day. She did admit that yes there was always soap in the dispenser but she felt that it should have topped up daily. This ‘oversight’ was enough for the cabin stewards’s rating on the comment form to only ‘Fair’. This was definitely a breakfast table that we were pleased to leave.
Into Skagen
Aurora was docked past the fishing port and shipyards next to a small tourist office at the quayside. In the dockyards we could see fishing boats out of the water on slipways ready to be worked on.
The shuttle buses were stopped in front of the tourist office only a short walk away from the ship. I picked up a leaflet about local beer as well as map of the area. We were dropped of by the coach next to warehouses. After crossing over the road we were in the pedestrian only streets of the town. We walked up to the main tourist office. There we learnt that our research on the Internet about Skagen had not covered that the bus to Grennen only ran in the high season. A taxi ride there would be about 100 Danish Kroner.
Walking back through the pedestrian only streets we crossed the main street and waited by the taxi rank sign. We asked a lady parking her car nearby where were all the taxis? It was only then we learnt that the taxis had to be called for. She helpfully suggest that we go into a shop ask if they would call a taxi for us.
Back at the crossroads an ice-cream parlour was just opening and the lady in there rang for a taxi for us. When it came the taxi driver explained that all the taxis were busy taking contestants from a yacht race back to the ferry port or the railway station.