Hotel Pension "Bij de Molen"
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... the cut! =) We of course, graciously accepted her offering. It felt like getting a medal for being "most liked". =)
Instead of some of the recommended routes, we decided to take the routes that would take us longer along the water. I would say that during the whole cycle tour a good 80% of it was within a view of some kind of canal, sea, lake or river, and if we could help it, this day would be no different.
Close to the beginning of the ride ...
MAY 5, 2014 - EIGHTH DAY
We cruised overnight & docked around 9:30. The TV in our cabin lets us see where the ship is going. Pretty interesting. The walking tour leaves at 9:30. We walk to Kopelkerk which is a church in
Willemstad and the oldest church (1620) in the Netherlands. We listen to an organ recital and then walk around the tiny town of Willemstad. The city is completely surrounded by its old city ...
... a waste of time after the event. New Zealand and Australia are very professional in this respect and better chefs overall through the different budget ranges.
So we wandered back home at 10:30pm in strong daylight (bizzare) thinking that we have had some very good and some not so good hospitality experiences here. Thats the luck of it in a big city but I really wonder about some of the reviews on Trip Advisor - mostly its right, but boy some are a long way out.
... sitting atop a chimney. The streets are crowded with people as we weave and dodge through town towards a windmill we saw. Close, we lose sight of it by a park and decide to sit on a bench and have lunch. A baguette with Gouda cheese and peppered salami. The meats and cheeses are so much better here. I don't think they are quite as processed as ours. There is a continuous stream of people walking by as something is definitely going on today ...
... warm. We were on our way – a day late, but better late than never as they say.
What struck me first was the friendly banter from the Mate. Not just to the others on the bridge, but he joshed with me about going ashore – again – last evening. It was obvious that I was being accepted and it felt good. He even volunteered to me that the situation yesterday when we broke 5 mooring ropes, had been dangerous for the ship.