Day 3: 'S' stands for Shipwrecked and Sea.
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I'm shipwrecked, I might as well be shipwrecked
I'm helpless and alone drifting out to sea
I can't believe what you said to me
Shipwrecked - Genesis
Getting up as early as I'd planned proved to be more difficult than I had expected. Weird dreams had troubled my sleep (one shrimp too many?) and I had a slight headache (one cold beer to many?). The weather was no too good this morning. Lots of wind (force 6) and occasional showers made me decide not to go for the planned bike rentals today. After a slow start of the day with breakfast, a short
chat with hotel owner Walter and getting ourselves a souvenir T-shirt at the Paracenter (they had been closed when we touched ground on Thursday) we made our way to the Schipbreuk- & Juttersmuseum (Shipwreck & Beachcombers Museum) Flora around 11 o'clock.
The museum consists of 4 sheds (one of which built from the parts of a stranded ship). The least interesting of these contains a collection of tractors and name signs. As I expected these were not found washed up on the beach so they were a bit out of place. The other three sheds were stuffed with the most remarkable collection of junk you can imagine. Indeed, even more junk than can be found in my own attic. All of this stuff had washed up on Texel or got caught in the nets of fishing boats like the one we'd been on yesterday. Most of the stuff originated from ships that had either lost cargo in bad weather or had even stranded on Texel or got shipwrecked. Besides the more obvious materials there was a large number of absolutely weird stuff that the beachcombers had found.
Small signs, newspaper clippings and pictures gave background information about the collection. An interesting part of the whole exhibition was the section on all the various ships that had stranded on Texel in the last couple of decades. But the absolute highlight of places like these are always the stories of the people behind the collection, the beachcombers themselves.
The weather had cleared up a bit but there was no more time for the other activity I had in mind for today. Instead we made our way to the nearby beach at Pole 17 where some spectacular kite surfing was taking place in the wild sea.
A street festival with lots of music was supposed to take place in De Koog, but the wind must have either scared the musicians off or blown them away because I could only spot a lonely Dixieland band. So, it was back to the beach again, this time at Pole 20. I let the boys play in the surf for a while and enjoyed the occasional rays of sunlight that warmed me in the cold breeze. My plans to grab a bite in De Koog were sabotaged when the boys returned with soaked pants. Damn ! Back to the hotel it was.
After relaxing for a couple of hours it was time to grab that bite to eat.
In De Cocksdorp we first walked to the dike at the end of the small town and climbed it to overlook the lovely small harbour and the waters of the Eierlandse Gat, which were as peaceful as the North Sea was wild at the other side of the island. Unlike Thursday, when there had been a tourist market in De Cocksdorp, the place was all but deserted. Lovely, just what I needed for a moment. Now if only those two boys would shut up for a moment. ;-) Feeding them pizza helped a bit and after finishing off with another ice cream we returned to the hotel to chill for the rest of the evening.