By the time we had pushed on to Weesp, past the ample town visitor moorings on the windmill side which we noted even in the height of summer were empty (so expensive), it was getting late. Luckily the lift bridge here still had its keeper and he generously let us moor overnight on the waiting steiger (pontoon) as long as we left promptly next morning. There was still time for Origami to take us to the smaller and, as we found out, normally unused town waterways. The waterlilies reigned supreme but shared their space with some light hearted floating artwork. Bemused locals passed the time of day with us eccentric foreigners in our strange folding boat.