Location bateau à Biesbosch · Site-Built — Fientje (1960)

Out of the blue, though strongly convinced I found myself searching for a boat. It was on a Wednesday afternoon. Where I could have easily decided to make an appointment with my hairdresser in preparation for summer, I did not. I wanted to buy a boat. And I had set my mind on sailing out next Monday. Because the wheather app said it would be sunny and warm from Monday on. So I told my best friend (a hands on type with a heart for impulsive adventure (especially when the risk is all mine) what I had in mind. And he knew that it would happen. On Thursday night, 15 minutes before sunset we arrived at a small harbour in the heart of Amsterdam. We shook hands with the fancy young owner looked at the boat, entered and I could not help myself but gave my friend the look instantly. Can I smoke a sigaret I asked. Ofcourse the lovely and youthful owner said. I sat down at the steeringwheel and when I put out my cigarette on the metal of the deck I heard my friend say I think it’s sold. On Saturday morning we drove with a landrover filled with drinks and food and blankets and pillows to Amsterdam. I payed for the boat and off we went. No idea of anything whatsoever but determined to sail home. And so we did. In three days we got to know the boat and became comfortable as captains. And what went wrong was not once a problem but constantly useful knowledge for the rest of this adventure that still lasts. All the wonderful views, sailing too big rivers for the size of this boat, waking up anywhere, swimming, cooking, sleeping like a baby. It is neverending hapiness.