Tuesday, 21 April 2015

Bocholt to Sluis Lommel

Sunday 12 April

Topped up with water and by 09h15 we were on our way onto the Bocholt-Heerentals canal.

Bye, bye Bocholt.



The ubiquitous campers.


Preparing the gangplank for varnishing.

What are these things - bunkers?



We decided to spend the night at a jetty just around the corner from Lommel Sluis 1. No facilities and no-one to pay for mooring. The jetty belongs to one of the Lommel clubs but a member told us that he wasn’t sure if we had to pay or not!


Sluis Lommel mooring.
An uneventful day of chilling, sanding and varnishing with a quick ride into the rather nondescript town of Rauw for a beer and then back to Elle for a braai of delicious rib-eye steak, boiled potatoes and salads.

The bread delivery man topping up the bread dispenser.

Duvel in Rauw.
Tough life indeed…

The evening drinkypoos...

28.8kms
No locks
No bridges

Friday, 17 April 2015

Maastricht to Bocholt

Friday 10 April

What a stunning day! Cool and crisp in the morning, warming up to shorts and t-shirts in the afternoon and nary a breath of wind - cruising bliss. 


We departed Maastricht at 08h40 and, after a short wait at the Bosscheveld Sluis, stared our journey north along the Zuidwillemsvaart canal, almost paralleling the Juliana canal along which we had traveled south from Maasbracht to Maastricht.

Bosscheveld Sluis
Change of courtesy flag required

The canal is pretty with tree-lined banks and interspersed with rural villages and lots of graffitti covered bridges.





Spotted this old bunker alongside







 

Just before midday we stopped at Eisden (not to be confused with the Dutch Eijsden just south of Maastricht) to top up our water supply and to look for Belgian sim cards for data and phone. With the water connection nowhere to be found we decided to push on to Bocholt where Ian had found an ICC instructor colleague of Geert-Jan Smolders (Aquaplanning) who had agreed to do Ian’s practical test.

During the trip Lynn kept herself busy sanding and varnishing the gangplank and sanding the handrail which will look lovely when finished.



This is how it should look (only four coats so far).
At 14h45 we made fast at the smallish pontoons (maximum allowable boat size of 15m) at Bocholt passantehaven, unloaded the E-bikes and headed into town to look for sim cards and bicycle locks; found neither so will ‘cycle’ into the bigger town of Bree tomorrow.

Bocholt mooring
Looking the other way
The other side
The cycle bridge to the other side.
Down stream

40.8kms
6 hours
1 lock
Bocholt N 051.17772 E 005.58475
Passantehaven: €7.50 p/n mooring including toilets and electricity, €0.50 for a 3 minute shower and €0.50 for approximately 90l drinking water.

The next day (Saturday 11 April, 2015) started with me scraping and sanding the handrail and covered it with plastic just in time as it started raining.
We rode into the next town Bree (home of Kim Clijsters) to try and organise phone and data cards with Mobistar; somehow they agreed that we could get a contract, cancellable at no notice, which will allow 2.5 hours talktime in Belgium and 5GB data per month. But they needed a copy of my passport, so back to Bochot it was…by which time Ian’s ICC examiner had arrived. Lynn stayed with Ian and Sian on Elle (so that Ian’s licence would cover boats longer than 10m as their boat Njord is only 9m long) while I took the bike back to Bree in pouring rain to try and get the cards sorted out. Eventually this was done and in great anticipation of being able to log onto the net and retrieve email later that evening, I headed back to Bocholt only to see Elle cruising past me on her way to Bree so it was about turn until Ian picked me up. Thank goodness for electric bikes – 31kms on the clock on an ordinary bike would have had me totally bushed!

Ian and ICC examiner Michael

That evening we went for dinner at the highly recommended, Michelin mentioned De Marmiet restaurant – unfortunately we did not take a camera along.

Lynn started with a pretty mediocre seafood bisque and my entrĂ©e of Cannelloni tuna and king crab, wakame, candied ginger, wasabi cream and mirrin sounded delicious but when it arrived it consisted of a half dozen miniature coquilles of tuna with dots of crab in the centre and teeny dollops of wasabi etc., sauces surrounding them. But the ‘funny’ thing was that the arrangement hugged the edge of the plate, leaving this blank platter centre stage – mentally, all I saw was a big question mark staring at me as if waiting for the main event to arrive. Comments from the other guests who ordered the same item seemed to reflect our views completely.

Mains were an over seasoned saltimbocca of veal, Ganda ham, foie gras and sage (a bit like a beef olive if you know what those are) and a splendid fillet of Spanish Iberico pig, grain mustard and honey sauce but also a bit salty.

The red wine which was recommended was excellent but the whole package at €144 was not worth it.

Friday, 10 April 2015

Arriving and departing: Maasbracht to Maastricht

Whew! That has been a very quick and very busy 10 days since we arrived in Holland - and I don’t even remember what we have been doing. Let’s recap…


...arrived after another very pleasant KLM flight (we’re going to miss this airline) and, loaded like gypsies, made the dash to the train station hoping to catch the train ‘Reisplanner’ had said might get us to Maasbracht by 14h00. Luckily for us it had been delayed by three minutes and we just made it. Unfortunately no tulips in the countryside, something we had really hoped for; last year spring was early which is why we missed them and this year spring is very late so we have missed them again!..




...for the first few days the weather was European early spring - wet, windy, sleet and the occasional patches of sunshine. Brrrrr…

...stayed two nights at a B&B the ‘Kraaines’, very pleasant if a little noisy at night. Our room was #1 and very close to a busy road. But clean and comfortable…

...Ian and Sian arrived on their boat Njord...

...moved onto “Elle” on Easter Friday…

...did shopping for provisions, checked that the de-winterising had been properly attended to, cruised down to Maastricht, took a train to Venlo to collect another solar panel, installed panels, Ian rewired all our batteries to accommodate a fancy battery monitor (a ‘Tri-metric 2020’)which he gave us as a gift, Lynn sanded and varnished gang plank sections, did more shopping, cleaned decks, etc, etc, etc but the time simply whizzed by. Much more about tjese first ten days acn be found on Sian’s blog at http://carterscruises.blogspot.nl/2015/04/panheel-lock-to-maasbracht.html

Dressed for Spring

Cruising down the Juliana canal




A braai (barbeque) with Ian and Sian aboard Njord.

Lynn's favourite Spring wine.

Maastricht mooring


 

 

A Maastricht side road

St Servaasbrug



Our mooring quay.



Yesterday we took things easy and after a late lunch we all went for a beer at a little pub in town owned by the rudest Hollander in all the Netherlands (or so he tries to be).
The beer pub.
Jever is my favourite.










Today, 10 April, we leave for Belgium.



An aside: The trip from Maasbracht to Maastricht

Awoke to a stunning day which was such a pleasure after the really unpleasant weather we had been experiencing since our arrival; no rain and almost breathless wind conditions - a perfect day for cruising to one of the loveliest cities in the world. Lynn expertly reversed us out of our mooring and we happily bid Van Der Laan marina farewell and headed for the Juliana canal. With very little delay we passed through Sluis Maasbracht and Sluis Te Born; there was almost no other traffic on the waterway and it felt as though we had the whole of Holland all to ourselves. With the ‘mostly open’ Sluis Limmel in the distance and Maastricht just around the corner from that, I got out the binoculars to focus on what looked like a commercial barge moored at the lock. While fussing with the focus and zoom adjustments and all the while trying to make out what was in front of the lock while I steered with my knees, I soon heard the rustling and scraping of bushes against “Elle’s” starboard length.

BUSHES! That means I am too close to the canal wall and in a blink I have put down the binocs, put the engines into neutral and then the starboard engine into reverse but to no avail. Like a voracious stallion “Elle” mounts the rocks and then, after what seems an indeterminable passage of humping and bumping and grinding and shuddering, we are free. What a relief! And the lesson is learned - even on the most perfect of days things can go wrong.