Tuesday, January 21, 2014
We do our Good Samaritan bit and tow this yacht out of the lock as its engine has died. The Wasserpolizei are waiting, glower at us and take photos as we deposit the ailing yacht next to a pontoon and carry on. We find out later that you need a licence to tow in Germany. At least the yachtys are happy with us. They catch us up later having fixed the problem and dangle two bottles of beer on a boat hook over the canal for us to grab.
Responsible parenthood - much safer. Temujin have decided to stay in Germany until next year as by staying on the canals they have not upset the authorities. We have decided to head for the Netherlands. Quite why Temujin has not attracted unwanted attention as well is harder to pinpoint as it is impossible for us, however hard we try, to apply 'logic' to the German rules and regulations.
Very disappointed but not totally cowed, we are determined to reach the beautiful Mecklenberg Lakes before we turn around and head all the way back on the Mitteland through Germany again. Passing this beautifully constructed timber house, we take a picture and then see the sign - it's verboten to take a picture. We are beginning to find this country stifling.
No sooner had we tied up for the evening when the Wasserpolizei suddenly appeared. Papers! It is verboten to be on this river! You must pay a fine and be accompanied off or pay for a pilot! And when are you leaving Germany?! So, this is us being escorted off the Elbe by the police boat with our cruiser friends very upset on our behalf following at a safe distance. It turns out that Snail is regarded as much too long, although we never did find out for what. We also cannot go on the Oder so that's Poland out as well. Then we are warned off Berlin - so many police there. Sadly we begin to come to terms with the realisation that this is the end of our ambitions for this year and forever in Snail in this country. And then wondered if that ferryman had had a hand in it all.
There was also a disturbing exhibition of wooden figures, this is just a few. The Holocaust has not been denied in Germany. We were to visit Belsen and Ravensbruck, the women's death camp this summer. Belsen had a personal impact as my father had been one of the first of the Allied soldiers to enter the place.
The only place to moor at Tangermunde is in the yacht haven, pricey but friendly and worth it to explore the famous town. If you look closely you can see me under the white steps pointing to the height of the floods that had not long before receded. They had been the highest recorded. The stork knew the best vantage point was on the clubhouse roof.
Our troubles began early on in the trip on the Elbe with this ferry. We had waited with some German boats while it loaded up but when the cruisers began to move on in front of it we assumed that it was happy to wait for us all and followed. Out came the skipper with a loud hailer and in unintelligible German began to shout. It was obviously directed at us rather than the cruisers and didn't sound complimentary, certainly not welcoming. Puzzled and by now well past him, we eventually forgot about it.
Monday, January 20, 2014
It was around this time that we split from Temujin for a while. They had already taken the River Elbe route on previous visits to Germany and wanted this time to stay on the canals. We therefore arranged to meet them after exploring the Elbe ourselves and waited at this lock at Paraye to go out onto the river. It was to be a fateful decision.
This is the end of the Mitteland at the Rothensee boat lift due to be re-opened after renovation later in the summer. We moor on the empty waiting area overnight ready to go along the aqueduct that spans the River Elbe below the following morning. This was the river that had flooded so badly in the spring but which had now dropped to its normal levels again.
We are taken out for the day to the Harz Mountains and in this peaceful spot find ourselves in trouble again. Woody must stop paddling AT ONCE says a ranger type person who has stopped his vehicle especially to spoil our afternoon. This is the city's drinking water and our terrier has polluted it. It was very difficult not to laugh. This was absurd on so many levels.
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