Boy, was the Volkerak busy! Yachts everywhere and in the shipping lane there were few gaps between the ships. I wish the skippers union stopped them from working on Sunday.
Most of the time we were sailing along the S side, goose-winged with the boom on port side, which was nice because most of the yachts coming the other way were reaching on port tack and so had to give way.
The crossing of the shipping lane was even more nerve-wracking then the day before. With the front view of a container ship looming larger and larger we had to roll-up the genoa and get Yo-yo Ma to give us the whole of his 2.5hp to get us across safely.
Apart from that, the way back to the Kramer lock was relaxing. We even did a bit of a detour looking for a place to lay at anchor but we found at least 12m of water all the way to the limit of the out-of-bonds nature reserve.
In the shelter of the Kramer lock, it was the First-Mate's turn to open her T-shirt season.
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| In the Kramer lock, finally getting warm enough for T-shirt. |
Most of the boats coming out of the lock, just motored past in a rush, not even bothering to take the fenders in. What's wrong with you guys? If the point of sailing was just to get from A to B, than you should know that my bicycle is much, much faster.
Entering the Grevelingen lock we nearly collided with one of these rushed, huge yachts. Ok, we had a small trouble with the bow line, so we pushed off at a bit of a funny angle, but why do these guys wait at the back without mooring and then try to come past everybody else at full speed?
La Vita e Bella, the yacht was called. Then why do you rush through it, mate?
