Friday 27th August 2004 Mooring N° 10 Treptow, Berlin.
15.2° C Overcast, heavy rain in the afternoon. Passing
boats started at 8.30 a.m. Bill went by tube to visit the Bode museum. He was
back at ten. Mike went to see who was making a
noise on Rosy and was surprised
to see him back so early. The museum was closed, he said, possibly because
there was a concert or something on - there were lots of chairs set out in the
gardens. Ran the engine and I did some washing and ironing. Bill was chatting
to a young lady with a dog. He told us that the woman, called Miriam, off the
small cruiser (with settee) in front of us, had asked how long we were staying
as another boat was due. Bill told her we might move the next day or stay until
Monday, we hadn’t yet decided. She replied “It is a 24 hour mooring you know!”
Bill was speechless. Lord knows how long she’d been moored where she was, she
was certainly there when we arrived and the Rastas said they knew her well. He
should have asked her if she’d got a special arrangement with the WSP! Bill
went to the internet café to do some more e-mailing. Five minutes later the
rain started pouring down. When Bill came back he came on our boat and we
formulated the plan for our route. Bill didn’t want to move back to Spandau as
Mike had indicated might be a good idea - we weren’t happy with the fast
trippers that were constantly passing by, and the pushy visitors. Bill said
he’d like to stay as the mooring was Fanny-friendly and he’d ward off the
visitors for us as he was on the inside. I sent Peter a text which he replied
to by ringing back, rather than read it, as he was driving a 38 tonner from the
Midlands down to Orpington in Kent with wheat flour for a bakery (his current agency
contract) – he’ll be doing supermarket supply runs next week. He was on the M1.
He
said he was thinking of calling his boat “Grr” so he can growl at people who
ask what his boat is called. Their new dog, Sandy the boxer, is yampy! He said
she bowls kids clean over from a few feet away, making them land on their heads!
The ‘phone dropped out, Peter called back as Mike returned and they had a chat
about boat engines, props and batteries.
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| Footbridge over the Landwehrkanal Berlin Wikimedia photo by Leinhard Schultz |
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| Footbridge over the Landwehrkanal Berlin Wikimedia photo by Leinhard Schultz |
Saturday 28th August 2004 Mooring N° 10 Treptow, Berlin.
14.7° C Overcast, sunny spells, showers. First boats
through again at 8.30 a.m. Mike went in the car to get some petrol and bread,
plus change his parking spot by the flats (we don’t like to leave the car too
long in one place, especially in towns). Even more trippers were out doing the
circuit today. Lunch. Peter sent a text to ask if we wanted to play HF. Mike
put the wire up and called on 40m as I sent him a text with the frequency. Just
as he called there was a knock on the cabin - it was George with some tickets
for a reggae party. I had two tickets off him at his insistence, although I
said we wouldn’t be going as Mike’s not into loud music and dancing. He said
he’d be back later. Mike had got a contact on 40m with a guy in the Netherlands,
called Leo, who gave him a good signal report. We could hear Peter just about,
but he couldn’t hear Mike. He ‘phoned. No good on HF. Well, we were over 1,000
kms away.
He said he was off to work soon anyway, but would be taking his HF
rig with him. He asked what happens to QSL cards via the Bureau if you’re not a
member of the RSGB - we told him - they go in the bin! You have to be a member
and send your local QSL manager a supply of stamped addressed envelopes so he
can send your cards to you. (He joined the RSGB after learning that!) Mike
fetched the wire down again. Bill knocked to say he was going to run Rosy’s
engine to charge his batteries, then George and Cesar turned up wanting me to
take photos as mementoes, as Bill had already taken photos of George and had
his address to send him copies.
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| 1920's pastel of the Landwehrkanal Berlin by L . Ury Wikimedia by Andraes Praefke |
Sunday 29th August 2004 N° 10 Treptow.
13.6° C Overcast, it poured with
rain most of the day. The trip boats started later than the rest of the week at
9.45 a.m. Mike cooked Sunday brunch - the first for ages - almost the full
works, sausage, eggs, mushrooms, baked beans but had to substitute luncheon meat
for bacon. It made a very nice change to toast and marmalade. Bill knocked to
find out what time the F1 was on and what time we were leaving the next day. Ate
our brunch at midday. Mike set up our
other dish for analogue TV to watch the Formula One Grand Prix from Spa in
Belgium on the French station TF1. Later Bill went out visiting some people
he’d been chatting to earlier, he said it was the first time ever that Fanny
had been in a house.
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