Our peaceful anchoring was rudely interrupted by Amsterdam Port, informing us that we had to pick up the hook and proceed to Australiehaven Berth A, AKA BP terminal and unload our cargo. We boarded the pilot just after chow and went on our way.
In an attempt to be sociable I was telling the pilot about the similarities between Swedish and Dutch, I even told him that I had clogs outside my door, he said that he lived in a windmill and had tulips in the garden, he had me going for a split second, then he just shook his head. Who said the cloggies had no sense of humour?
We are off to Riga next, first time for me. More news later.
Cheers Tim
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