Actually the last couple of images are from Dijon and Dole.
Wednesday, August 25, 2010
Thursday, August 19, 2010
Wednesday, August 18, 2010
Tuesday, August 17, 2010
Sunday, August 15, 2010
4-1 in Munster
What a nice place to arrive at and what’s more the place where I moored was right in the town center.
The water was so inviting that not only the feathered indigenous were having a swim
but also the rubbered type.
Jasrah in the shade.
As you can see this place is strictly reserved to the perfect english gentleman, according to the sign the door.
Many nice places to enjoy in town.
Germany 4 – England 1
This creates a bit of an atmosphere in town. Needless to say I didn’t leave the Red ensign on my boat…
Even the Police was there enjoying themselves, taking pictures…
and chatting up the girls (well this one must have preferred boys).
Hannover
Wow, Hannover is the city to visit on a bicycle!
The parks are really excellent
so is the beer…
Chinese laundry…
Sailing solo?
It’s funny, so many people have asked me if I wasn’t lonely sailing by myself and would usually invite me for a drink or a meal, so much so that I’ve not spent many evenings by myself.
The number of people I’ve met so far is simply incredible.
People are a little intrigued at my sailing project and are curious about it on many fronts.
Simply said, the people I’ve encountered are very nice and like to meet other people and share quality time.
Well, I hope to meet more people on the way, it’s a really nice thing to do even if I’ll never hear from them again.
Sunday, August 1, 2010
Jasrah to the rescue
Believe it or not, Jasrah came to the rescue to an hedgehog and two old men on the same day.
Whilst sailing on the canal, I saw something swimming in the canal. As I approach, I see a poor hedgehog who has fallen in the canal and has no means to get out as the banks are vertical.
So, Jasrah went back on her tracks and with a bucket I scooped the poor animal. The little chap was puffing and panting like no tomorrow. After a little break, I approach the side and throw him back on the bank, crossing my fingers he wouldn’t roll back in.
Satisfied with such a good action, I would have never imagined that an hour later or so, I would be towing a sailing boat with two elderly gentlemen who happen to have engine troubles.
The two men were off to the Baltic in search of adventure and ended up having two engines fail on them only a days’ sail from where they left.
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