Today Sirena IV moved home from pier Q of Amsterdam marina to pier C. Even though we had paid for 5 nights in one berth, the marina had made a mistake and the permanent owner of our berth had arrived in high dudgeon to find us in his spot. Would we move please, and have one night for free in recompense?
At this point we were just about to have tea on board after an exhausting day beating around the beauties of Amsterdam including the mighty Rijksmuseum and the shops. The highpoint of the museum trip was the peerless collection of wooden model ships, pictured. Oh, and the early Rembrandts.
So we were grumpy about having to turn on the engine seacock plus bow thruster etc etc, take off the shorepower, slip lines and motor to a new berth.
The new spot was just by the glitzy restaurant and with a view of the many yachts racing in from the glittering waters of the canal to find a berth in this, the city's biggest marina.
I must admit it is a better place to be berthed. But then, we often ruminate on the joy of carrying your house on your back. ..wherever you end up instantly becomes home. And tasting the delights of a great city like this, knowing you can sleep in your own yachty bed at night, is very special indeed.
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