15.6º C overnight. Hazy
clouds first thing, but the sun soon burned them away. Clouds
developed in the
afternoon and the breeze got stronger. Hot again. Ready for off at 8 a.m. but
we’d missed a downhill locking by about ten minutes. Mike called the keeper on
the intercom, which was alongside our stern, to ask if we could use the lock
and also asked if it was OK to leave our car there for five or six hours. The
keeper replied in English to say yes OK. I asked Bill if he was better after
yesterday’s bad spell. He said the answer was salt. Lack of it, which was
easily remedied, although he still didn’t feel 100%. The cruiser behind us,
called Jersey, was going down the lock too. Bill had donated the baseball cap
cycling helmet (he said it made him look a pillock) to one of the guys off the
crusier. Two commercials came up and we followed the next two down to the lock,
leaving our boats tied together. In front was the 100m Tiffany and behind him
was Greif, an 80m boat, both were loaded German barges. The cruiser went for
the biggest gap on the right hand wall leaving us what space there was behind
the
commercial. Mike moved us over to the left hand wall and I hastily went
over on to Rosy’s front deck and used Bill’s bow rope to lasso one of the small
iron recessed bollards in the chamber wall and held it over on Rosy’s side
cleat. Bill put his stern rope around a similar bollard. We descended 14m in
stages, moving ropes down to lower bollards, dropping sharply as the economiser
paddles opened, slowing down as the water levels equalised before the next set
of paddles opened. It was 9.40 a.m. by
the time we left the lock chamber, heading into Hannover. Two converted little
tugs went past, flying German flags,
that’s three we’ve seen in west Germany. The canal threaded its way
through the suburbs of Hannover, where there were some new modern bridges and a
lot of redevelopment around the canal, but much of it had been defaced by
graffiti and lots of it was vulgar. Some very ornate stonework looked in a
sorry and dilapidated state as it had strips of stuff hanging off it, which
could have been thin plastic sheeting or maybe varnish. A loaded boat called
Nellie, a Dutchman from Heel, went past us heading
uphill, followed a little
later by another big Dettmeer tanker, a pusher pair over 165m long. We paused
for water at Hannover yacht haven. We couldn’t fit inside the moorings, which
were in a small basin, so we lay against the short piles on the outside with
our bows next to a wooden landing stage where there was a diesel pump and two
water taps. Rosy came alongside. A man on a cruiser helped us with the hose and
I got our own hose out to connect up to the other tap. There was no one around,
I was told by the skipper of the cruiser, when
I asked where I could find the
harbour master. He said he was waiting for diesel and told me we didn’t need to
pay as there was no one there. So we didn’t! Set off again at 11.50 a.m. There
was no sign of the sport boat mooring for the town, which used to be next to
the police boat moorings, looked like it no longer existed. We passed the
police boat WSP11 by the VW (van factory) nutzfahrzeugefabrik, the crew leaning
out of the cabin to smile and wave. By the VW works there was a very
interesting track laying vehicle making a new railway track, which had sets of
road wheels which it had lifted itself off to do the digging and track laying.
Mike took
photos of the railway wagons at VW (for Glyn’s collection) and cranes
at Continental tyres. A cruiser went past called Uranus, Bill joked on radio
that it had a boat hanging on the back called tender Uranus – it had actually
got “Ten Ura der nus” written across its stern. We passed the second British boat
this year, a cruiser called Darius from London, heading uphill. (The first was
just outside Berlin, spotted by Mike and Bill – I didn’t see it) Crossed the
new aqueduct across the river Leine at KP 152. The old aqueduct was still
there, the new one had been built alongside, but now there were signs to forbid
access to the old one. At 2 p.m we passed the junction with the branch leading
to Linden, a suburb of Hannover. There were lots of cruisers on the move, but
there was a lull in the commercial traffic until we met a Dutch 50m empty,
called Spes, from Dordrecht, just beyond the A2 autobahn bridge at KP 146,
about an hour later. We were on a slight embankment, with the land on our left
much lower than the canal, where fields were being harvested and we could see
distant hills between
the trees along the canal and a long line of eleven wind
generators wound off towards the hills. Just after the next bend we were
overtaken by a lady steering St Antonius, a loaded Dutch barge from Nijmegen.
She wound it up to pass us, making a big hole in the water by her bows. There
was another boat coming, but it was still nearly a kilometre away once she’d
passed us. It was another Dutchman, Irbis, an 84m long 1000 tonner from Lemmer,
coming towards us. Yet another Dutch boat, Mia Amore, was at the loading quay
at KP 143 next to a huge pile of
broken glass (cullet). I went on the front
deck to take photos of the wall to wall water when two Dutch tugs (Mike said he
thought they were private boats) were overtaking the next boat coming towards
us. After they’d gone a police car drove down the towpath, heading in the same
direction as us. At bridge 209, Kölenfeld, two youths jumped off the road
bridge as we went underneath. They timed it well, one on either side, drenching
the pair of us. Swines! They hopped out and ran round the bridge to do it again
when Rosy went under the bridge. I didn’t get the camera turned on fast enough
to get them dropping in. Bill didn’t get wet. Three more commercials were
coming toward us as we reached the railway bridge before the mooring we
were
aiming for at Haste, KP 138. A WSA craneboat was moored on the right hand side
just before the bridge. It was tied to trees with “men at work” notices (with
red lights on top) where the cables crossed the towpath. An empty called
Havelland went past us. Then another big empty Dutch boat was overtaking a
little loaded Bromberger as they came towards us through the two bridges. More
photos. It was 4.15 p.m. as we tied to the sport boat mooring area. Helped Mike
get the fizzer off the roof and he went off into Haste to see if the post from
Glyn had
arrived yet on his way back to Anderten to collect the car. Traffic on
the canal was getting busy again and some of them were flying past as if they
were going to miss last locking at Anderten (that’s not until ten o’clock
tonight). Noisy kids were swimming in the cut between passing boats and two
damp bikini clad nymphettes kept wandering up and down past our boats. Bill got
accosted by a drunk on a bike who insisted on telling him about some booze
smuggling. At midnight tonight, he said, a Polish boat will arrive with a load
of vodka. There is a house
at the other end of the quay (about a mile away)
where the woman sells vodka at 5€ a bottle. He wobbled from side to side on the
wide path along the moorings and Bill said he wondered if he would make it to
the far end. What’s worse I said – will he make it back and will he care? I
cooked pork steaks and veg for dinner and left it simmering until Mike returned
at 7 p.m. He’d got the post from Glyn. We ate dinner at 8 p.m. There was no TV
as we couldn’t get the satellite through the trees as we were moored at the
wrong end of the mooring. Mike said that when he was going to fetch the car on
the moped he saw a woman next to a camper van in a layby lifting her short skirt, doing a
little dance while flashing her bright red knickers at the passing motorists! Whatever
| 46 foot ladder in Hindenburg lock at Anderten. MLK |
| Camera and loudspeakers on gantry above Hindenburg lock |
| Getting ready to leave the lock |
| The last two out of the lock. |
| Rail track laying vehicle |
| Coal-fired power station at Stocken KP157 |
| Continental tyre factory at Hannover KP157 |
| Unusual crane Hannover docks |
| Dutch boat St Antonius overtaking |
| Swimmers either side of Rosy, just jumped off road bridge |
| Dutch tugs overtaking oncoming traffic |