Up Helly Aa – Additional Gems of Shetland
Apologies to all for the lateness of this post, but there have been big doings here in Jeantopia of which explanations will follow soon. Additionally, a very important bit of information in viewing these images is that I have very wonky ankles. May seem random information I know, but it does have relevance I promise. If you are in a rush, let me summarise the whole post by saying SHETLAND IS FABULOUS! Put it on your bucket list and get yourself up there sharpish. It rocks!
Ok, let’s starts with how to get to Shetland. There are only two ways to get to Shetland, 1) take a very expensive hour long flight from a major airport such as Edinburgh or London, or 2) brave the 12 hour journey on the ferry. As I was travelling under my own steam and needed to take my car for on-island mobility, I chose option 2. Being an ex-Yankee, I was only familiar with the general stink-pot class of maritime transport that dominates the New England ferry fleet. The very thought of a 12 hour journey in the open ocean ( let alone the North Sea in January) had me very nervous indeed.
So image my surprise as I left my car (as per usual on ferries) and got into an elevator (not at all per usual) and sauntered into a beautiful marbled lobby! Things were looking up for sure as what now appeared to be a floating hotel complete with movie theatre, restaurants and lounges completely upended the leaky, rusty visions that I had in my head.
Not only was it a higher spec that the Love Boat, but carved Viking heraldry was everywhere. Super cool.
As the engines revved and our departure time arrived, we all went up to the top deck in the brisk gloaming to watch as we slipped out of Aberdeen Harbour. Smiling groups huddled and camera phones flashed until the announcement came over the loudspeaker that we were heading into Gale Force 8 winds and should probably find some place to hunker down as soon as possible. Oh Nelly.
As this was the last boat going up to Shetland before Up Helly Aa, the very kind woman from the booking office strongly suggested that due to “crowding” ( I think she actually said “the mayhem of bodies lying all aboot”), I should spring the extra £22 to have a single bed in a shared female bunk of four. That woman deserves a medal.
The good news is that my bunk mates turned out to be a fabulous mother and daughter team of Americans, who were not only fun, not only helpful with photography tips, but like me – could talk paint off a wall! So for several rocky hours I chatted with my new friends about life, the universe and everything. A little after midnight we congratulated ourselves on being seasoned old salts for not getting sick and thought we really should get some rest and hit the lights. The bad news was that we didn’t realise was that we had just docked in Orkney and were now heading out to sea for real until our arrival in Lerwick in several hours time. I now know what it feels like to be put in a cocktail shaker for 8 hours.
Bruised and battered but alive, we finally landed in Shetland (OK I may have kissed the ground) and after dropping my new friends at their B&B I headed out of town to find mine.
http://visit.shetland.org/omaruru-bb
Never has a more welcome sight emerged from the morning mist than the Omaruru B&B. The name was rather curious and whenever I typed it into the search engine it kept coming up with a Game Lodge in Africa but I needed to be horizontal immediately so questions could wait.
There are times in life when everything just works out better than you could have hoped, and that is exactly what happened with I met the Erica & Bryan Pearson, the fabulous owners of the Omaruru B&B.
http://www.omaruru-game-lodge.com/sites/en/index.html
A few years earlier, these two native Shetlanders took up the suggestion of a friend to visit his home country of Namibia ( like you do). They decided if they were going to have such a special trip, they may as well take the opportunity to get married while they were there, which is exactly what they did. They did so at a Lodge called Omaruru and in return named their new venture back home after that special place.
Anyway, back on Shetland my exhaustion was getting the better of me. Whilst Bryan showed me to my room and I dropped off my bags, Erica was busy preparing this most welcome sight of a hot cooked breakfast replete with fabulous views. Ten weary steps later and I was asleep for the rest of the day.
Now let me just tell you how above and beyond these guys went in hospitality. Upon hearing about my project to document the Up Helly Aa celebrations and Shetland foods, they:
- called their friend and stayed up late in the evening to let me ask a ton of ridiculous questions all about the festival,
- gave me a heads up of all the places to be before the crowds gathered so I could get good pictures, and
- went to the Hospital the next morning to get me supplies to make a temporary cast so I could drive back home.
Let me explain. As previously stated, I have very wonky ankles, and after a full day running around hillsides of cobblestone following the morning processions, standing in the lashing rain literally soaking up the experience of the galley burnings, and enjoying serving soup and watching the madness of the Halls until 3 am I went to my car to get more batteries for my camera. En route, I stepped into a very deep water-filled pothole thus dousing myself in freezing water and twisting my already strained ankle.
That was my signal to head back to the Omaruru for a hot shower and cosy sleep. (Well that was the plan.) Being newly renovated, the en suites were fitted with snazzy wet rooms. After being soaked and frozen in at least 3 different cycles throughout the day, it was all I could do to stand shivering in the warm shower to try to shake the chill. Shower done, dressing gown on, I had just gone back in for a fresh glass of water, when the tiny incline of the wet room proved too much for distressed ankle and I went down in a heap.
Do you know when you can just feel every tendon in a section of your body rip all at once? Yep, it was a doozy. So there I was, four paws down in a world of hurt, in the middle of the night on a remote island having the biggest party of the year amidst a hurricane. I gritted my teeth, gathered my strength and hopped across the room to fling myself onto the bed. A single fleeting moment of relief was dashed as the angle I had hit the bed had popped the slats out of their sockets. Yes indeedy, I had broken the bed and found myself packed in a pile of blankets and mattress slung hammock-style wedged within the bed frame. A quick scan revealed I was warm and my leg was elevated, and I decided anything else could be sorted in the morning.
So, stone-cold sober and all alone I had managed to recreate a scene reminiscent of my younger wilder youth. But morning dawned brightly and another wonderful breakfast and medical supplies provided by the Hostess with the Mostest Erica, and I set out for some sight seeing around the mainland before heading off to the ferry. Unfortunately whilst I could drive, I couldn’t actually walk, so all the following photos had to be shot from my car. There was so much more I wanted to see, and I was only able to swing by a few so I guess I will just have to go back!
There was the Iron Age settlement of Clickimin Broch,
the atmospheric Scalloway Castle,
and of course, loads of Shetland Ponies.
It really was such an adventure full of wonderful sites and people that you really should put Sheltand on your places to visit. And if you do, be sure to call try out the Omaruru B&B and heavens above, get yourself to Up Helly Aa at least once in your life!
