Hotel Strandlust Vegesack
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... cruise. What a surprise when we arrived in Bremerhaven. Horst met us after his meeting with the Captain. Also Margret and Jochen Heck and Margret's twin brother, Peter, and his wife, Inge. We had drinks at the Lido bar. After they left Horst, Vera, Ron and I had lunch in the dining room with the visitors (they pay to have a tour of the ship and lunch in the restaurant). Vera took ...
... br> We ended up going to a local restaurant where we spoilt ourselves on a 3 course meal to celebrate our halfway milestone. Today is halfway through the trip and also halfway through the camping (in terms of nights in a tent).
Tomorrow we are getting a ferry and cycling up to Cuxhaven. The next day Stade and hopefully in 3 days time we will be able to have lunch in Hamburg!
Hope all is well with everyone! Photos now up from yesterday ...
... of cleaning the ship), and then the activities of the day. Those activities may be team challenges designed for laughter, teaching briefs where a staff crew will spend some time teaching us, sail theory or meteorology or navigation to name a few. At 14:00 sharp rope races begin, starting at midships and matched up against a crew from each of the other watches (there were 3, I was in blue watch), a piece of the ship is named and you race there, ...
... it softened as they rode and was soft enough to eat when they arrived at their destination. By the 17th Century, the ships in Hamburg transported what was referred to as ‘Steak Tartare’ to Germany, which then became known as ‘steak in the Hamburger style.’ These steaks were in the form of patties of salted beef, and lasted long enough to be suitable for food for sea travellers. When Hamburgers (people from Hamburg) emigrated to America, the patties ...
Oh bloody hell, the bloody clasp won't close on the ******ned, mother-effing costume and the cue to enter is all of ten fear-stricken seconds away. Martina’s horrendously pathetic yet successfully pity-inducing whimpers of, "Please, help me…" have left me bent over her right bum cheek like a squat, little goblin, my only achievement thus far to not be knocked out by her wildly flailing ostrich arms.
Lipstick, lashes, grace, ...