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Warnemünde

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    • Day 14

      Day 11 - Lake and Volcanoes

      January 9, 2019 in Germany ⋅ ☁️ 36 °F

      Up early for continental breakfast then line up for tender tickets as we docked in Puerto Montt. The port does not have a bearth long enough for the Eclipse, so to go ashore, we take the tenders, lifeboats acting as water taxis. We were invited to jump the queue because we were ready to go immediately. The tenders hold about 120 people each and the ship deployed four to ferry us to the dock. The ride was smooth and quick (10 minutes).

      At the Celebrity dock, the shore staff guided us out into the Chilean port. Our tour guide was to meet us outside the port gate and she was waiting as a brief shower passed over. We were early so sat in the lobby of the port building to wait. Right on time, we loaded the 30-passenger bus with the rest of our tour group and took off. Darla, our guide, kept up a running commentary of what we saw as we passed through Puerto Montt and on the rest of our trip.

      Puerto Montt is the gateway to Patagonia, the southern Andes highlands, shared with Argentina. It is a large, fairly modern city and a big port. The Great Chilean Earthquake of 1960, created a tsunami that wiped out most of the town. The people have rebuilt and it seemed a thriving city as we drove through it. We headed out of the city, climbing past a colorful folk art painted wall.

      Along the whole drive from around the area, the land is heavily and productively farmed using up-to-date methods. There are grain fields, vegetable farms, fruit orchards, cattle ranches, and other crops. The area was settled by German Lutherans fleeing persecution and economic hardship in the 1840s onwards. The architecture is very German. The drive throughout the day was sometimes in rain. Short showers came and went, usually lasting only five to ten minutes. At one point, hail spattered the bus and ground for 15 seconds.

      The hills and mountains rose up as we went inland to Lake Llanquihue, a huge glacial lake. Puerto Varas is on the shore of the lake, a short 30 minutes away from Pto. Montt. We continued through Pto. Varas to Rosales National Park . The 15 minute drive along the lake was beautiful. The towering Osorno Volcano rose up, snow-topped, its peak hidden by clouds ahead to the left, on the lakeside. Rising up on the inland side was the Calbuco Volcano.

      The Petrohue Falls are between the two volcanoes. This is a falls on the glacial fed Petrohue River. A short walk over well marked and crowded paths opens onto to the rushing, intensely aqua river crashing and swishing over and through the old volcanic basalt. The river drains a glacial lake high up between volcanoes.

      We went back along Lake Llanquihue the way we'd come to Pto. Varas. We stopped in town for a half hour look around then to a parking lot on the lakeside where our guide and driver served us homemade empanadas and Chilean wine. Best empanadas we've had and a great wine.

      The tour took us to the small town of Fruitilla while Darla continued to explain the German heritage of th he area. Another of the German settlments along the Llanquihue, Fruitilla is only two long streets on the lakeside but it is known for its kuchen and struddle and theater. We carried out a blueberry kuchen and tea and coffee from a packed, tiny bakery and ate under the eves of the theater-on-the-lake while another shower passed. The theater is a modern building that produces many shows and holds classes.

      The bus took us back to Pto. Montt and left us at the passenger terminal where we got the tender back to the Eclipse.

      In the evening, we took in the show before dinner. The stage hosted Teacake, the "Duchess of Soul." She did a tribute set to Areatha Franklin and Whitney Houston. She was great! We lingered over dinner with our table mates, talking about our common but coincidental professions (3 engineers and 3 educators) and our German ancestry.

      Tomorrow and the next are days at sea.
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    • Day 22

      Corona in Mecklenburg Vorpommern

      October 16, 2020 in Germany ⋅ ☁️ 8 °C

      - Essen gehen nur nach Reservierung
      - Einreise nur, wenn man nicht aus einem Risikogebiet kommt.

      Quelle:https://www.dehoga-corona.de/auflagen-praxishil…Read more

    • Day 24

      Mint Jelly

      July 17, 2022 in Germany ⋅ ⛅ 63 °F

      Back in April we were cruising onboard the Viking Sky in the Mediterranean when our crew served Glenda some mint jelly with her lamb dinner. She swore it was the best mint jelly she had ever tasted. The server told her it was a German product which could be purchased at any grocery store in this country. Glenda vowed that as soon as we got to Germany again, she would run to the first grocery store she could find to buy some.

      Today we arrived in Germany. Warnemunde is a quaint little jewel tucked here at the edge of the ocean. Hundreds of shiny sailboats run past its ancient lighthouse and its brightly painted vacation cottages every day. It is difficult to think that this lovely little town was a major target of the U. S. Air Force in World War II. This precious village on the seacoast is the port for the neighboring industrial town of Rostock. In the 1940’s the demonically destructive Heinkel fighter-bombers were manufactured here. Four different missions by the Royal Air Force attempted to destroy this place. One final intense mission by the U. S. Eighth Air Force ultimately did. In one deadly afternoon in 1944 hell descended upon Warnemunde, and this city ceased to exist.

      But I digress. Our mission today was mint jelly. Once we got past the screaming parade of football fans, we walked along the sea-wall promenade to the local E-neukauf Grocery Store. At 11:30 am we arrived at a little patisserie located in the foyer, where a very kind German grandmother served pastries and coffee. She gently informed us that the grocery store would open precisely at noon, and that we were welcome to sit at a table and wait if we liked.

      Glenda stepped outside to give me that message, and I was so impressed with the kindness of the older woman that I said, “Let’s go inside and get two pastries and two cups of coffee as we wait.”

      Glenda said, “Let’s just get one pastry and one coffee and split it.”

      I said, “I don’t need the coffee or the pastry. We have already eaten breakfast on the ship, but this lady is so kind, I just want to give her the business. Two coffees and two pastries.”

      Glenda dug out our ziplock bag of euros and we went inside to order. As noon approached we saw a crowd gathering outside the store. A few people made their way through the door into the foyer where we sat with our pastries. The crowd got larger.

      And larger.

      I heard voices speaking Filipino about the time Glenda said, “Look! These people are all our crew members.” She pointed and named a few. I recognized one young woman I see often, a server in the World Cafe up on deck 7.

      I called her name, and she flashed a big smile. “I didn’t recognize you without your Covid mask,” I laughed.

      “I took off my mask. I’m traveling incognito,” she joked.

      Precisely at noon the doors opened and a rush of humanity not seen since Pharaoh’s army plunged into the Red Sea poured through the door of the grocery store. We trailed in behind and quickly made our way to the shelf containing jams, jellies and syrup. The current of young crew members jostled me away from Glenda, who was intently scrutinizing the labels of preserves and marmalade.

      “I’ll wait for you outside,” I yelled. The tide of humanity carried me over to the candy area where our crew was literally raking chocolate bars, M & M’s, Cheetos and Chips into their shopping carts. We were all laughing.

      I asked one crew member I knew, “Are you going to eat all of this stuff yourself? It will make you as sick as a pig.”

      “Oh, no, Mr. Chuck,” he said. “These are all presents.”

      “I’ll bet!” I said. “How many friends do you have?”

      He laughed. “I’ll have more when I get back to the ship with these Cheetos.”

      As we returned to the ship we passed Captain Atle Knutsen and his wife Lara.

      “Where are you headed?” we asked.

      “We have a long stay in port today,” the Captain said, “and most of the passengers are away on an excursion into Berlin, so we just thought we would walk around town and maybe drift by the grocery store to pick up a few things.”

      “Don’t bother,” we laughed. “The crew has descended upon the local market like a horde of locusts, and they have completely cleaned the place out.”
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    • Day 15

      Warneműnde

      July 10, 2019 in Germany ⋅ 20 °C

      Een mooie dag om een mooie fietstocht te maken naar Warneműnde via de kust.
      We fietsen langs het strand en over de hoge kliffen.

      Het is hier een prachtige omgeving.
      Warnemünde bezoeken we natuurlijk ook.Read more

    • Day 6

      Warnemünde - Herzensstadt

      June 25, 2023 in Germany ⋅ ☀️ 20 °C

      Leider geht es heute wieder nach Hause, aber trotz des unbeschreiblich unmöglichen Muskelkaters entschließe ich mich spontan, noch nach Warnemünde zu fahren. Immer wieder schön, am Alten Strom und in den kleinen Gassen lang zu bummeln.Read more

    • Day 16

      Warnemunde, Germany

      July 14, 2016 in Germany ⋅ ☁️ 18 °C

      We docked at Warnemunde, Germany and had a bit of a look around. We then went to the waterfront at Rostock where all the little cabanas for hire were all packed up as it was pretty windy and cool and there was nobody about the beach.Read more

    • Day 10

      Warnemünde

      June 20, 2020 in Germany ⋅ 🌧 15 °C

      Trotz abartigen Regens sind wir noch durch Warnemünde flaniert.
      Pitschnass bei dem Schietwetter sind wir zur Hafeneinfahrt von Rostock und haben noch lecker Backfischbrötchen und Fish&Chipd gemampft.
      Jetzt gehts weiter ins hoffentlich bessere Wetter an die Seenplatte
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    • Day 24

      Riot Police

      July 17, 2022 in Germany ⋅ ☁️ 61 °F

      We walked off the ship through the shiny new glass and steel cruise ship terminal in Warnemunde. Once past the train station, we looked toward downtown and everything seemed just as it was during our last visit here. Almost. We heard a faint shouting in the distance, men’s voices chanting some sort of cheer. Next we heard the pop of fireworks—or was it the crack of a rifle? Half a dozen ordinary SUV’s drove invisibly past us. No sirens, but when the vehicles stopped, policemen arrayed in riot gear silently exited and took their position on a side street. Just in case. More fireworks. More shouting. Louder and angrier. A parade of maybe 400 to 500 angry young men pushed through the crowds of tourists and made their way toward us. I raised my camera to take a picture. A young man shouted something at me in German and made a gesture I didn’t understand. The explosions got louder and closer. One heavy BOOM sounded serious.

      Glenda was afraid. “Come this way,” she said as she slipped down a side street. The parade soon passed and we found a cluster of young German men, all wearing black.

      “Who speaks English?” I asked.

      They pointed to a comrade.

      “What’s going on?” I asked.

      “Go,” and he lifted his arm and pointed to some place in the distance, “HERE.”

      I pointed in the same direction. “HERE?”

      “Ja,” he said, pointing again. “HERE.”

      I pointed in the opposite direction. “What if I go THERE?”

      He grabbed my arm. “NO! NO! NO,” he said. He pulled it in the original direction. “GO HERE!”

      “Okay,” I said. “I’ll go HERE.”

      They all laughed and pointed, “Ja! Ja! Ja! Go HERE!”

      They seemed jolly enough, and I saw no banners or slogans indicating that this might be some kind of a protest march.

      “Football?” I asked.

      They all laughed, “Ja! Ja! Football.”
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    • Day 11

      Warnemünde

      April 12 in Germany ⋅ ☁️ 16 °C

      Gestriges Highlight war die Sichtung eines Mauswiesels in einer Hecke am Straßenrand in Wieck. Leider wollte es sich nicht fotografieren lassen 😔. Die 65 km bis nach Warnemünde zogen sich ziemlich, dafür erwartete uns ein richtiges Bett im Hotel Dock Inn in Warnemünde. Ausgebaute Hochseecontainer wie Legosteine zu einem Hotel zusammengesetzt. Coole Idee und ziemlich gemütlich!Read more

    • Day 1

      Essenssuche in Warnemünde

      November 18, 2019 in Germany ⋅ ☁️ 6 °C

      Die schöne Ferienwohnung entdeckt und Peppino Namnam gegeben. Wir hatten auch großen Kohldampf, aber unsere Essenssuche gestaltete sich schwieriger als gedacht. Entweder die Küche hatte schon geschlossen oder das ganze Restaurant. Nicht mal Fischbrötchen bei Gosch haben wir noch bekommen. Doch Gosch hatte uns den Tipp gegeben, das Casablanca hätte noch auf. Und tatsächlich dort bekamen wir endlich leckere Nudeln. Pappsatt und glücklich haben wir uns dann auf den Nachhauseweg gemacht. Schön am Strandhopser vorbei. 😂
      Zuhause angekommen noch einen kleinen Snack... Aber was genau ist das? 🤔
      Hundemüde haben wir uns ins Bettchen gelegt und sind dann ziemlich schnell eingeschlafen.
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    You might also know this place by the following names:

    Warnemünde, Warnemuende, Wmd, Seebad Warnemünde, ヴァーネミュンデ, Варнеминде, Warnemünn, Варнемюнде, 瓦尔内明德

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