To wear or not to wear, that is the question

So this is our 2nd day in Zaandam, and it the wind died down to a very gentle breeze. Sitting on the back is delightful now in the sun.

We did do grocery shopping yesterday at Albert Heyn. Deb started off wearing a mask, but after about 2 city blocks she saw nobody was wearing one, so Deb removed it. People walk around each other with a nice distance, or wait until you are passed. The big shopping street, Gedempte Gracht, has signs on the ground, suggesting which way the flow of pedestrian should go.

walking direction
With the bridge crossing they even added a divider

Pedestrians keeping a good distance. Not seen anybody commenting on us wearing a mask. So much nicer than back in Ohio.
Went to Blokker, yes put on a mask before entering. Mine has the text “Alles Kits?” ( all ok ? ) . The entrance and exit are clearly marked and everything is one way. Hand sanitizer available at entrance and exit. Bought a handmixer there, so I can continue to make Cauliflower Mash, and minimize carbs. Then continued to Albert Heyn, only the self scan registers are open, and yes when you paid, you get the choice of a ‘full’ receipt’ or a ‘short one’ which have a bar code on it, opening the exit gate.

Walked passed the T-mobile store, and they just have the door open but roped off, because all employees are helping a person. Great way of controlling!

T-mobile. Filled to capacity

So the gist is, people wear a mask when they can not keep distance and nobody made it political. I am sure we will encounter one Karen during our stay here.

Why Jan-Kees

Well it was just using Dutch tradition……wordplay… it meaning…..and trying to show what we are.

So Jan-Kees is a very common Dutch name.   But as you know the Dutch founded New Amsterdam, which the Brits renamed to New York, after they had an arm wrestle with Peter Stuyvesant in 1664.  The Dutch got even with the Brits by sucessfuly invading England in 1688, after Michiel de Ruyter kicked the British navy around a bit in 1667.  A good movie actually.

Many American words, are left over of the West India Company settlement of New Amsterdam/York.  Like cookie instead of the English Biscuit, Harlem of the Dutch City Haarlem.  You will find many Dutch town in NY state.  The same is said for the term Yankee.(wikipedia)  Pronounce Jan-Kees as an Native American speaker and you will hear “Yankee” .

So Jan-Kees embraces both Dutch and American.  Now to further seal the duality, the port of registration is Amsterdam, Texas ( since Deb is from Texas)



Kever haven – > Zaandam

August 27

We did had quite a lot of very hard wind and some rain during the night. There was an whole army of meerkoeten just in front of the boat having breakfast.


We set of around 9 with quite a bit of wind and very choppy water. After the Kager plassen we turned onto the Haarlemmer Meer Ringvaart , and around 09:30 the engine started sputtering, and died. Restarting only gave it life for a few seconds.  I steered it to the shore with the road, Deb jumped off and attached a mooring line to a traffic sign.  I jumped off and hammered a stake in ground to secure the 2nd line.   Next was going in the engine room and checking the fuel lines. I got to a point where there was diesel coming out of the fuel filter, but the engine still only kept running a short period.  Daniel gave advice how more to check the lines, which I dutyfully did. Yet still no running engine.  I called the harbor master of Kever Haven and she gave us a number of a local shop.  Unfortunately they were closed till 10,  But the harbor master had a private number of the owner, called him and secured us a mechanic at 10:30.   Deb and I just settled won sipping coffee.   I tried to start the engine one more time and it ran a little bit, but died again…so we waited.      Sharp at 10:30 Hugo came.  I explained the situation and we started the engine…….and it kept running…and running.   Hugo started following the fuel lines, and remarked that one fitting was kinda ‘loose’. Because these are copper lines, he asked if there were inserts in, to prevent it from being tightened so much that it totally closed the lines.  I had NO clue, so I put Daniel on the phone.
We ran the engine for about 20 minutes and then attached a second rope and ran the engine on full speed with engaged propeller for 10 minutes.  it seems the air in the line was gone, by the wait period. so we went on.

The leimuiderbrug which had us waiting on the way to Delft opened up within minutes of requesting.  Actually all bridges opened very quickly, especially in Amsterdam.

Once out of Amsterdam we had a quite rough Noordzee Kanaal towards Zaandam, where we filled up 100 L Diesel at the bunker station, so that we have enough for heating this winter.  All and all a very fun and enjoyable 6 day trip!


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PLEASE PULL OVER !!! Flashing Blue lights!!!

So this Sunday morning we set of at 09:00 and when we arrived at the first bridge in Delft, de Hambrug, there was no response to a few VHF  Hails.  Looking on the ANWB app, it showed , NO SERVICE until 10 AM Sunday’s.  So we decided to moor up at the side. Just when we were moored, I saw the telephone number on the ANWB App and called it, The lady at Leidschendam Central said , NO we start working at 9 AM, so we will open the bridge for you . Relieved we set off, and when ever we got close to a bridge, we quickly saw the red-red change into Red-Green. 

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Then past the Koepoort brug, we saw a bunch of skiff rowers.  LAGA the Student rowing club was out in full force, and being Skiff rowers, THEY owned the canal, according to their behavior.    We kept encountering them, paying absolutely no attention to the people around them. Then we arrive at the Hoorn Brug, where the height is 4.1 Meter and the movable part is 2.4 M . So we aim for the 4.1 Meter, we stopped to let some skiff rowers pass, and slowly ease in.   While we are under the bridge, a 6 person skiff comes in and bitches and tells us to use the other side.   Just past the bridge there was another whole swarm of skiff rowers.

The central bridge control, gives us the go ahead for the  nieuwe and oude Tolbrug Den Haag, and they turn the lights Red-Green on the Kerk Brug.  And surprise surprise, a Police car stops and waves to us and point to the mooring place.  I start to chuckle….bloody Students …their manhood must have been hurt by us not bowing to them.  Deb throws the rope, the bridge opens, I hail Leidschendam Control, and tell them sorry we can’t make the bridge the police stopped us.  So when we are tied up the 2 police offers look and look and look and  blurt out “we can not come aboard now” .  Well that is NOT my problem.. YOU directed us to tie up there.   
I do my story.  “there are 2 openings..One I can go through without interrupting traffic the other is too low for us, there are yellow light , which means watch out.  We are in the bridge and the rowers demand we move away for them, while they could have used the other” . The police asks a few more questions. like what is your length, are you a commercial, because I see a registration number there. (the US Coast Guard registration) Then they want to see some ID of me, to which I reply “sure come aboard”, creating dumb founded looks.  So I throw out “wait ..I’ll text them to you ”  The police hails some other person on their radio and wish us a great day and leave.  We continue our trip and just before Leidschendam lock a person in an official jacket of Rijks Waterstaat, the ministry which controls the waterways, on a moped shouts at us “are you continuing ?”    “Yes to Zaandam” was my reply.  “O’K . I have something for you “.   I think Holy Mackerel what do they want NOW ??????
We enter the lock an elderly lady comes close and takes the mooring line from Deb. I step ashore, and I see that person of the central control.   “We saw all what happend and overheard it, so we wanted to give you a present”.  He hands me a brochure “how to sail safe”, I look a bit surprised, he smiles and hands me a key hanger.  “Yes the brochure is for the rowers next time, just give it to them, they are always a BIG problem” we all chuckled.

Onwards we went to Leiden, where our main delay would probably be the railway bridge, so just as we are ready to throw lines over a bollard, we see the light go Red-Green !   wow no wait time and we continue.  Arrived at Kever Haven at 13:30

Here is Today’s Track


Upwards and onwards #2

The silence at Kever haven was deafening and blinding.   We must have gone deaf, because it was so darn quiet and we did not had to close any of the drapes!   Sleep was peaceful.   We woke up to an overcast sky, with ‘buienradar’ telling us we would get some rain.  When leaving Jan was stupid enough to break the silence by playing his ‘bye-bye . au revoir’ MP3 over the loudspeakers.
After turning onto the Kager plassen Deb took the wheel for a bit, because the PC-Navigo display on the PC was not giving us any directions.


But after some fiddling, it showed us the route to Leiden.    We encountered quite a bit of heron’s and swans, even a really big one.



As you can see it is kinda funny being in a boat, and seeing the water higher than the houses.  We were looking over house roofs, while just being in the boat.

Then we encountered Leiden, a bunch of bridges and then a railway bridge.  This bridge ONLY opens on .34 and 04 every hour.  So I checked in via VHF and was told, be ready at 10.31.    10:31 came and went …we waited and waited but no change of lights.  Overheard a large commercial asking for the time and he was told 10:59, because a train would be passing by at 10:56.  So a bit more delay, but who cares in retired life !    Then at 10:56 NO train, yet the lights changed and we were able to get through and on our way to Leidschendam.      During our wait, a few more boats gathered,  one barge like ours, called “Energy II” a Tug boat and a small boat, so I let the barge, who seemed in a hurry pass and heard he was going to Schiedam.  Great now he can speed ahead, call the bridge keepers and make it easy for us.    Seeing the Leidschendam windmill Deb got ready for the lock.


Getting closer to the lock we saw a new way of cleaning your dog…..just let him jump in the water while on the leash.

And then the lock ……a quaint old fashioned hand controlled lock, with 2 bridges, in the center of the town.  Energie II, the barge going to Schiedam peeked out to see if we all could fit in it, and after a few moment waved us to follow him.  Slowly we eased ourself into the lock, with the lock master assisting with directions, while the diners looked on.   The ropes got on and we had a few leisurely minutes to snap picture.

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After Leidschendam onwards to Den Haag.    Den Haag has Heron’s in its coat of arms, and we saw these buggers nearly everywhere ever since we left the Kager Plassen.

Just passed the hoornbrug we saw the new cycling bridge, a light structure that swings to the side instead of up.


We also passed the of LAGA building, where the student ‘corps’ of Delft University rows.  When we left Sunday, I was reminded why I never liked LAGA.


Then we arrived at the Delft harbor, where because of lack of space we had to moor along side another boat.   Looking around I saw a nice new built Dutch barge model “Vrijbuiter”.  Looking in the DBA guide, I found out they we members, a new Zealand guy and his French wife and 2 kids, who were going to cruise Europe for 2 years.




5.2 engine hours
5 liters
32.2 Km




Au revoir, the first lines and auwie

So it was an early morning. A final breakfast in bed for Megan, and for Peggy in the wheel house.

And yes I did play the Bye Bye MP3, creating chuckles. .
Side note…..As a horn I bought a 2 * 20 Watt MP3 player, so I have different sounds for different occasions.  A selection of sounds are available by request . Just as it is fun to play the sweeper MP3 in the morning in the marina…

Quickly a stop at the store, where Megan bought all the Stoop wafels, and a bunch of jars of Mustard to take home.  Yes Tom you will get a jar of Zaandam Mustard, prepared in the local original mill along the canal and a big bag of Dutch Licorice.  We made the trek to the Railway station  with all 4 suitcases, and hopped on the train to the airport to catch the Thalys to Paris.  There was the usual rush to get in, and to make things more complicated there were some travellers who did not had a pre-assigned seat so they sat on the fold out seat in the small entrance way, and yes their luggage was nearly blocking the entrance.  So I just showed it back to them so everybody could just get in, but it was packed.


Back to the barge, to meet Lindy, who was going to start the “hatch art”.  Last year Deb decided we needed to spruce up the big hatch on the barge with some more art.  So together with Lindy they came up with ……..Jan boot kleur vb-3.jpg

The hatch has to be cleaned and the drawing started, unfortunately the cloud cover vanished, as you can imagine the steel deck became hot enough to fry an egg on it.  We placed the white sun screen cover over it and Lindy kept on drawing.  After 4 hours of work , she had to go home, to finish on a later day.


In the mean time I was finishing up my switch panel with covers, but boy is it hard to properly route the wood for the hinges.   Luckily Roy will use this as a template and make a really good looking one.

This way the switches are out of sight, and divided in two groups, a general daily use group like, 24V lights, USB wall chargers,  fresh water, bilge pumps, apero alarm  etc, and the second group is cruising.  Thus the Victron Venus, navigation lights etc. Once the panels are opened there will be a form where I can slide the Ipad in for navigation etc.



And even though I wrote the safety instructions, it does not mean I always follow them ( since “I am Invincible” as the villain in one of the James Bond movies shouts out).  I did stubbed my little toe against the front deck hatch. Did not seemed

too bad,  an hour later I put on sucks and shoes to walk Lindy back to the railway station, get back and unveil the my foot and voila…a nice  auwie.


Sunday …Beach, Paint and Tapas

The sun was bright and early, the carillion ( church bells) kept playing it would be a great day to go cruising……..nope…it was going to be the beach ……

So I drove Peggy and Megan to Wijk aan Zee and was told I could pick them up 4 hours later.  Megan took Peggy to the seashell, so she could hear distant sounds.  I dashed back and started the 2nd layer op pain on the port side.



Also did some more cleanup, worked on the switch control panel, and picked up the girls.

After some rest they wanted to go eat Tapa’s .  It was quickly calculated that the all you can eat is cheaper than a la carte.  With English Menu’s Megan and Peggy ordered the first round of tapa’s.  Megan absolutely wanted to make pictures of every dish…..but…she was so hungry that once most was gone she realized the dishes were empty and no photo’s

When Peggy mentioned ketchup, Megan needed to remind Peggy that the dips for the Patatas was NOT Ketchup!And that service is more relaxed, no need to rush dinner


Megan also captured my looks when Peggy asked for Ketchup again.


.  For dessert Megan wanted Creme Brulee, but there were two what to do ……well I took away that choice and ordered both .


When the bill came, there was the ‘fight’ over who would be paying, and I also checked the bill…   I did waved the waitress down and did thanked her for also including my imaginary friend on the bill ( 4 persons unlimited Tapa’s) .  But since my imaginary friend had not eaten we should not have to pay for him plus she forgot to charge for some drinks.  She felt quite embarrassed, and told we should not pay for the forgotten drinks . …a nice bonus, so she earned a 5 Euro tip……….Tips in holland are very generous IF a customer rounds it of to the full Euro. !

Walking back we saw that Daniel just pulled up to deliver the circle saw I needed. Introductions were made and Daniel grabbed quickly a beer from the fridge.   In the mean time Peggy got quite relaxed…    and NO Daniel is NOT rubbing her feet



Albert Cuyp and Van Gogh

Again this Friday was going to be a nice day, NO rain…so UN-dutch.  Around 7 Megan started stirring herself and took her shower.  I did turned the Kabola on, but it was not starting.  Jumped in the engine room and let the air out of the diesel fuel line and it started up.  We will see if it keeps acting up.   We had to be up early to catch the Zaan Ferry which leaves every 2 hours, and takes a 45 minute ferry ride to the Central Station in Amsterdam.


Enjoying coffee and the view on the way to Amsterdam.


Arrived at Central Station and bikes everywhere







The fish advertizes the BIG win in the National lotto…21 million

Arrived at Central Station Amsterdam and bikes everywhere.  Then the tram to the Albert Cuyp Straat, the longest year round open market. I also bought 2 more tubes of Gin Mayonaise !!

Took the tram to the Rijks Museum and as usual there were a few street musicians playing classical music.  Walked to the Van Gogh Museum and found out that tickets are only available on line or at the vending machine.  the next available slot was a few hours away, so the girls opted for the next day.

rijks1.JPG rijks2.JPGSince they still wanted to see the Anne Frank house, we walked to buss 354. and waited and waited and the bus was showing to arrive the next minute.  Some people were asking what was going on and then we saw the flash message ..some busses and trams were rerouted because of an accident……..that reminded me of last week when  Deb and her 2 friends went to the Anne Frank and Van Gogh went and arriving at the Central Station they found out there was a fire ( which later was a truck driving into the building of a national newspaper ) and thus NO trams or Busses driving.  Peggy decided not to wait and opted to venture out on herself.  SO after a discussion with Megan we decided to take the tram towards the Central station and from one point take another line to the Anne Frank House.  The App 9292 seemed a bit delayed when these emergencies occur.   At the Leidse Plein we opted to walk the rest to the Wester kerk.  By that time we needed a drink and some food….but Megan did not opted for her favorite place..FeBo



The Dam square beckoned us, and it was on the way to the red light district.

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While on the ferry another passenger told us that today they were celebrating the birthday of the Dali Lama on the Dam we saw some of the set up.  Naturally there was some kind of protest going on, some street performers . like this one making a bubble show.






Megan opted fora shrimp croquette, while watching the National Monument.







Strolled the red light district, and Megan saw all the variety which was presented during lunch hour.  Then the Kalverstraat, the busiest shopping street in Amsterdam, and a few McDonalds, but the menu is quite different.  Maddie and Kathlyn Ly would be in . heaven…NO not because of the burgers, BUT because McDonalds is selling French Macaroons !!!


A busy street like the Kalverstraat does have its hidden treasures, like the Begijn hof.  An oasis of peace and quite space.  Hee the old nuns and widowed affluent ladies spend their last years.



Delft also has a few of these hofjes.  After that the train, and again uploading the transport card with more Euro’s and a Nap






I better have warm water, or………….and Delft

So it is a bright and sunny morning, just around 8:45 I saw Ron’s van drive over the pedestrian walkway bridge, so I quickly pressed the Senseo to make coffee for him.  Walked out, past the sleeping beauties, with a small serving tray and stood on the front deck!   He made a big smile, and admitted that this had never happened to him.  We chatted a but, and I found out he used to barge in France on his own Spits, which he later converted to his floating home just in front of the marina.

IMG_3169.JPGAfter his coffee Ron went into the barge, walked passed the sleeping beauties and……………..went into the back roef and fitted the small brass ring in the coupling which was missing according to him yesterday.  Hopped in the main engine room and turned thekabola on, it started sucking air, and voila…………….in the heating chamber….Perfect.  So when the sleeping beauties wake up, I was told that 8 am would be their wake up time since there would be a 9 am departure and “There BETTER BE hot water”.  There is piping hot water, and mr sandman is stil very much present, or just jetlag denial.


Once up we will go to the railway station, re-up their public transport cards, take the train to Den Haag, use the tram to the beach and boardwalk, and the Kurhaus, which is has new owners.  The new ownership is showing unfortunately.  The Kurhaus used to be one of the pinnacles in service, now the average restaurant is their equal…sad.  From there we take Tram 1 to Delft, along the Vliet, to the stop aan de schiekade where I hired Delft Canal Hopper to take us around like I did with Deb, Sara and Cathy.    A view from the canals.  and we will eat at spijshuis de Dis.

So finally around 9:45 I was able to wake up Megan by serving her coffee in bed and after 30 minutes she took her shower.  Peg did not took the shower !!!!



Off to the railway station when Megan remarked to Peg, you DO have your public transport card with you don’t you ?   uhhhh . back to the barge, to pick up her card and her hat. Added 40 Euro’s to the cards and off we went to Den Haag.   Sat on top of an intercity with a great view.

In Den Haag we stepped onto tram 19, where we were packed like sardines, luckily some left at Madurodam, Holland on a scale 1:25 and the boy with his finger in the dike .  Which never happened but ah well. Got of at the Kurhaus, and we had some patat Oorlog as typical Boardwalk food.  Peg was still hungry, so we sat down of lunch.   Beers for me, Goat cheese salad for Megan and Apple pancake for Peg.

IMG_3171.JPGAnd off to Tram 1 to Delft.  In the tram I called Matthijs from the canal hopper, stating we were on our way and needed a picknick basket ( which was suppose to be lunch  !!!) so I had to call Huszar for food, while discussing food, the word brownie was mentioned and Megan shaked her head, YES legal weed brownies, which was overheard by 3 girls sitting in front of us. That made them giggle a lot, turn around and say they usually taste like shit!

At the stop in Delft it was a short walk to the boat, where Matthijs was waiting already . Huszar had a nice little crate filled with a light white wine, glasses, cheese, brownies ….without the weed which Americans stuff in it..veggie chips, fruit, and water. Matthijs again did a great job showing Delft from below.  And I let him stop at the Fish Market to let us off, for a quick stroll on the Thursday market. Yes they saw the BIG wooden shoe, so here it is….


We did stop at Wapen van Oranje, for some more refreshments, and strolled over to the Beesten Markt, to Spijshuis de Dis.   Because it was such great weather we sat outside, which Megan soooooooo adored is soooooo lovely.  The specials were Halibut and Duck Breast,  so Megan went for the halibut and I went for the breast, Peggy went for the beer braised beef.


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Since the Duck Breast was not perfect, and Jan the chef was not there, I was not in the mood to discuss it to much and together with the waiter we decided that giving Megan a Genever tasting would make up for it.  After Hushing Peggy a few times and reading her the riot act, about patience with food and plates NOT being cleared the moment you put the last bite in your mouth dessert came.   Gosh I should have worn a raincoat or protective gear, these girls were going to war over it.


Walking back to the Railway station Megan decided to play a Big slot machine standing in front of the Railway Station and she hit a Jack Pot…a tourist map of Delft.



We took the train to Amsterdam Sloterdijk where we needed to change trains to Zaandam.  Pretty much all 2nd class seats were taken so when we entered the silent 1st class part I just sat down and to quickly meet Mr Sandman.  In Sloterdijk we exited the train, but forgot to check the balance on the public transport cards.  Mine gets up-charged automatic, the ones the girls have not. And you need a balance of 20 Euro’s to enter a train platform.  Because Sloterdijk has two different tracks crossing each other  we had to change track, which means check out and check in .  Well checking out always works, I checked in …and while halfway through the security gate, looked back and saw Megan with big sad eyes looking …..her card would not let in..balance TOOOOOO low.  Another person checked in, and I nudges Megan and Peggy to quickly run through the gate.  I walked to the kiosk to top up their cards, and decide we needed to cheat the NS rail out of about 1 or 2 Euro’s because of the stress they brought the girls.  The next stop was Zaandam and I upped the cards with another 40 Euro’s.  so we came back around 21:30

Drill baby Drill, or is it jetlag

Another sunny dry day.  so 5 am coffee, grab the paint, a few old towels to dry of the top deck and the day starts.   Rolling Yellow paint with a smallish roller, kneeling on a soft pad, so it is semi comfy.  yes the back is hurting.   Today Amsterdam…well….JETLAG reared its head again.

The second coat of paint applied, time for more coffee.  MY dentist appointment was at 12:30 so also some varnishing, Peggy and Megan got up around 9:30 – 10 and made it clear they wanted to shower!.  So I cleared the shower area, turned on the Kabola and started to do the dishes, but the water was not getting hot…..I opened the hatch, and saw the Kabola display indicating warm water requested and the current temp is 27C. BUT no warm water.   Gosh it had worked correctly after Jochem connected it to the new large tank.  IMG_3162.JPGSO I called Ron, the installer, local service man.  After explaining what was going on, he indicated that the burner was not getting any diesel, so I had to turn the pump on and bleed the system.  Meaning I had to use an allen key on the P screw and open it up till there was some diesel coming out.



Well I did so quite a few times BUT no success.  Megan announced loudly she would be happy to take a cold shower today in this heat, since she knew Peggy would be a tad upset about NO hot shower

. (it is called JetLag).  Hey as an old fart I know it all too well.  I suggested they could take a hot shower at the marina station, unfortunately Peter the marina Boss was out grocery shopping so he would not  be back till 30 minutes. At the same time I kept trying, and then realized it was nearly Drill Baby Drill time.

So quickly washed up and cycled to the Dentist office.  I arrived 3 minutes early and was told to “take a seat” . I used the wait time to get my noise canceling ear blasters ready to play Queen “Live at Wembly”  5 minutes past, 10 minutes past and the receptionist came in apologizing for delaying my appointment and offered something to drink.  To which I flipped out..Any alcohol.  Her eyes became wide, and said No we cant serve that,  my replay was Cola?  The receptionist declared it was bad for the teeth…..I shaked my head and said “Do you think I care ???? I am going to be tortured….”  She offered coffee, which was also bad for the teeth and the dentist would notice.  Off she went…and 2 minutes later the door opens . and the dentists greets me.   She is ready for me…But I had not had my coffee !!!  PURE torture.  ok head phones on, Vapor Rub slathered under my nose I laid down on the chair,  and while Queen was showing of in Wembly the torture started.  The suction was hooked in me like a fish, and I reminded her it was NOT Christmas and I am NOT a carp , as they serve traditionally in Poland.  It did produce a chuckle, again she was very easy, proceeding at what seemed a good pace, and each time I jerked or move making sure I was ok.  There were even a few moment where I felt my feet moving with the tune and twice it seemed I dozed of for a second or so, since I kept my eyes closed.  The routine was the same, and at the end it was all fun.

On my way out I saw Ron called me twice, so I called back and found out that he could come on his way home, around 4 or 5.

Back at the boat I suggested to change plans and go to the Kringloop winkel (thrift store), and after Ron fixed it, we would go to the beach.   Took Peggy and Megan to the two nice Kringloop winkels Deb likes and entered parked the van on the big parking lot, where we were told to park by the residents.   I was not out of the van or ANOTHER I  have NO life resident started moaning about why can’t you park your car anywhere else.  So I replied, because I don’t want to.


Back at the barge, the girls went into town for some drink and shopping.  I started back in the belly working on the battery fuse, when Ron and Jochem showed up in their cycling clothes.  They cycle about 15 miles each day to work on their mountain bikes.  Ron went in, kept muttering that the tank was not full enough, but in the end decided to come back the next morning with his tools and a different filter.  Hey he does give good service !!





Peggy was exhausted (JETLAG), and needed a rest, boy was I happy I did not took them into Amsterdam !!!  So I took Megan in the van to the beach….wijk aan zee, she was not sure why we would go to the beach at 19:00 (7 pm for the 12 hour users).  But she trusted Gruncle Jan.  Arriving at the parking lot I first walked her to the big seashell, which acts as amplifier for the sea sounds.  Getting closer to the beach she was a tad surprised to see many restaurants and bars.  So we had to try some beers on the beach.   I opted to have her try a Straffe Hendrik. IMG_3166.JPG

Back at the barge we did chit chatted a bit until the sun was down around 22:40


Tomorrow Delft !