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Wednesday, 02 October 2013 21:24

Sometimes so much happens that you need to put in a side chapter to explain other details of the tour. A good writer shouldn’t have to do that, and can carry it in a sentence or two. So here’s my interlude.

Thursday night was interesting. After a long dinner created by a local chef (I had some sort of beef patty things that I ended up literally licking the plate over), we retired to the lounge. There, a local trio of musicians (two guitarists and a violinist) played tunes classical and otherwise for us. I’ll say they were good, since I drowsily listened to them with a soppy smile on my face yet didn’t fall asleep, no mean feat given the gallons of wine aboard.

As the ship’s director had announced we’d be going under the Remagen Bridge (where the allies got their foothold over the Rhine, and which collapsed after ten days of desperate attempts by the Nazis to drop it). Canadian Joe said he’d be interested in going up. So the director rang us up at 12:10am and we left our warm beds to troop upstairs and meet with another three other history buffs/masochists on the bow.

It was dizzily and dark and cold, just a perfect night to appreciate your cabin. We droned down the river between dark banks, the Rhine trains rattling past in the dark. Then the ship’s spotlight flashed out, searching for the block tower, all that’s left of the structure. We looked and looked and finally saw it – I’d already set my camera to “nighttime landscape” shutter speed (since they didn’t have a “hopeless rainy rolling driveby at 30 mph” shutter speed. I managed to get a ghostly (i.e. bad) image of the thing.

A note of our companions. As hinted here and there, we’ve struck up a casual friendship with two Canadian couples. They are very nice (and smile charmingly when I get into my political/social rants (not hard considering America just suffered another manic-with-a-gun moment)).

Ken, Joyce, Marilyn, Joe and JB in a rainy beerhall

So we have Ken, an older fellow with a wry sense of humor and a no-nonsense attitude, the sort of guy who will cuss up a storm yet give you a slap with his hat when you forget yours inside a church.

And his wife Marilyn, a very sweet lady with the saddest little smile, who can hold her own with me when it comes to tossing did-you-read titles. I’ll be reading and reviewing some of her recommendations in the coming weeks.

Then the other couple – my buddy Joe, a salt-n-peppery fellow. He’s the nicest guy, I respect him in every way, and see much of myself in him (and since I drive him nuts, he’ll recognize the insult for what it is). Seriously, Joe was up on the bow with us for the Remagen Bridge episode, looking like a drowned river elf in his hoodie jacket.

And then Joyce his wife, a very nice lady who grew up on a farm and has a pragmatic sense of humor (after all, she married Joe). But I like her – she’s the one who got me up on the dance floor the other night where we acted like dancing fools and had a great time!

So thanks for traveling with us, guys! We had a great time sharing our journey with you.

And now, on with the travelog!

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Rhine - Day Seven - Shooting the Gorge PDF Print E-mail
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Tuesday, 01 October 2013 17:17

Pulled back the blinds and looked out the next morning. First pleasant surprise: the tour boat locked to our side (with neighbors as close as a Brooklyn tenement) was gone. Second pleasant surprise: the clouds were gone too.

We went up on deck as the crew cast off, the ship pivoting neatly in the channel and easing into the current. It was cold and windy (i.e. even more cold) with a wet spitty rain lashing at us. But we were all excited – the weather was better than yesterday (i.e. we could see the Rudesheim Mountains) and we were looking forward to the show – the Rhine River Gorge!

And what a show. The mountains slowly rose around us, squeezing the Rhine into a ship-clogged channel. Along both banks, two double-ribbons of railroad main line, with trains rushing past in an endless precession. And on every craggy ridge, another pepperbox castle.

On the left... no, my left!!!I was really stunned by this. I shot pictures, walking from port to starboard, bow to stern, snap snap snap. Eventually JB got too cold and went below. The Canadians followed. As time progressed, the river became lazier, the banks broader (though wineries climbed the broad faced hills). But the sun heated the valley. I wasn’t shooting as many shots now, just a set of curiosities and mood images. Now that I had the topside deck pretty much to myself, I strolled the promenade, just enjoying the wild beauty.

Eventually we docked in Koblenz, the middle of three ships (docking space is limited here, it seems). We went into town for a walk through with a guide, learning all sorts of odd little things. When we were released we went for a longer loop with the Canadians. Sat in a café on the edge of the tourist zone and had some milk shakes (a little more watery than stateside). Saw a model railroad shop but everyone was a little too eager to continue for any sort of a browse – I rather regret that, but that’s life. So now we’re back at the ship, resting up before dinner (JB is resting. I’m typing).

Slap on your aftershave. Tomorrow is Cologne!

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Last Updated on Wednesday, 02 October 2013 21:39
 
Rhine - Day Six - Wet Ink and Player Pianos PDF Print E-mail
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Monday, 30 September 2013 18:28

Woke up in Mainz this morning with more water above the boat than below it – gray skies and driving rain. Still. JB and I went out and joined the walking tour of the old city. Saw all sorts of old, wet buildings and got the idea that this city has been pummeled by everyone from the Visigoths to the American Air Force. It’s an odd collection of the medieval, the renaissance, all the way up to post-modern. I’d like to see the city and its hills sometime when it’s not sleeting down rain.

The things I'll do to get into print!Then we visited the Gutenberg museum for one of the most interesting displays I’ve ever seen. Oddly, it was our guide Andrea (a wiry German lady) who slipped into an apron and showed us how the printing press operated. She explained how the type pieces go into the frame (and how they use an indexed rib along the top so they can visually confirm that all the characters are orientated correctly and of the same font). She even cast a type piece while we watched so we could see how it was done. And then she asked for a volunteer. Suspecting what this was for, I tossed up a hand. Turned out I got to help her work the press and “print” a document. It was fun, a real experience for a writer. Then, when it was all over, she rolled up my bible sheet and gave it to me. I’m going to have to frame it – so cool. I was still so jazzed that I bought a little replica of a printing press to keep at home.

Perfect house for Her, and look at the Man Cave!After lunch and a little quiet time, and after the boat had run further downriver, we arrived at Rudesheim. It was still drizzly, but fine enough to go on a tour of Sigfried’s Mechanical Musical Instruments Museum. Okay, so this was a collection of automated machines, player pianos, gramophones, even chaotic music boxes. It was really a lot of fun in a steampunky sort of way. Afterwards we had a coffee tasting at the Rudesheimer Schloss. This was coffee that started with booze in a cup, lit on fire, doused with coffee and then runway-foamed with whipped cream. Strange but really good. Afterwards, JB and I with our two Canadian couples wandered the town, drinking this and looking at that. Finally we returned to the ship only to find that dinner was pretty lame. So back into town, for some high-priced (but stunningly good) German food (JB and I even found an open ice cream shop afterwards). Then back to the ship, where we hung out in the lounge (and even did a little dancing) until beddy-bye time.

Yes, quite the night. Now we look north to the picturesque gorge and pray for sunshine.

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Last Updated on Tuesday, 01 October 2013 17:28
 
Rhine - Day Five - Cathedrals and Triplanes PDF Print E-mail
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Sunday, 29 September 2013 18:53

Talked my Canadian friends into taking the shore run into Speyer today. Did a cathedral tour that was pretty good (the historian guide was a bit flat, and sucked every element of soaring structure and arcing history from this tour). Then we went over to the technology museum, a place filled to the rafters with trains, planes and automobiles.

The Phalz DIII, an elegant yet amemic fighterI got to see two Fokker DR1 (triplanes), one of which was a spot-on replica of the Red Baron’s plane. I also got to see a Pfalz DIII, one of the prettiest (yet lousiest) front line German fighters (appropriate, since this museum is housed in the old Pfalz plant). There were all sorts of locomotive engines, and even an old carousel (which I dropped 2 euos into so it would illuminate and run (and so I could film it for JB, who really liked it)). Funny moment when we did the walk through on U9 (a 1967 German submarine, all cramped and tight and head-bongy). Our Canadian friend went into it and never came out. While we walked away with his wife, we joked that she could tell people how she lost her husband – on a Uboat. Laughs all around until he finally popped out.

After this, we came back to the ship for lunch, and after that, we were bused over to Heidelberg (while the ship repositioned) to check out the ruins of a castle/palace jutting from the ridge over the city, and the amazing vista it afforded. I really liked it, even though it hailed briefly and was colder than crap. In the end, while waiting for the bus, JB and I sat on the bank of the Neckar River and watched the barges pass the kayaks – just a nice quiet end to a fun day.

It was our anniversary today, the whole reason we’re doing this trip. Yes, we had a great day and a nice dinner with our two Canadian couples. I’m pretty boozed right now, and it’s amazing I got anything written tonight. Well, there you go. Blogging is free, right? Quality is secondary.

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