Sunday, July 24, was our third day in Amsterdam, and the day the Rhine cruise was to begin. But the cruise would not begin until early afternoon. So, in order to make the best use of our remaining time, our local host, Rita, arranged for a guided tour of an area outside the city.
The first place our guide took us was the Zaanse Schans (ZAHN-ze skhahns), a re-created 17th-century village in the town of Zaandijk, on the Zaan River, about 12 miles northwest of Amsterdam.
Zaanse Schans is an open air museum, reminiscent of Colonial Williamsburg and Old Sturbridge Village in the U.S. There are stores and workshops, and a lot of reconstructed windmills, all staffed by volunteers from the local area, all of whom speak English fluently.
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A bit of kitsch
The windmills all have names. This is "Het Jonge Schaap" ("The Young Sheep"). It is a working sawmill, constructed between 2005 and 2007 from drawings of the original, built in 1680 and demolished in 1942. Except for a modern crane, the workers used the same tools and materials that were used to build the original.
We took the tour and saw a demonstration by one of the workers who built the reconstruction. He showed us the mechanism that converts the rotating motion of the windmill to the up and down motion required by the saws. This was a Dutch invention and valuable trade secret in the 17th century.
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After Zaanse Schans, our guide took us to a working cheese farm in the same area, the Henrik Wilig farm at Jacobs Hoeve.
This is a serious manufacturing operation that sells cheese around the world, but it also caters to tourists. Their web site says that over a million tourists visit their farms each year.
A pretty girl showed some of the cheese making equipment to us.
This is a storage room, where cheese is aged before being shipped. The wheels are color coded according to variety.
On the way back to Amsterdam, our guide took us by a beautiful old village. This is a real village, where people live, not a tourist attraction. He dropped us off to walk around a bit and take pictures, something he probably was not supposed to do. After we got back to the van, he seemed to leave in a hurry.
Back at the hotel in Amsterdam, we said goodbye to Rita, our wonderful local host, and boarded a bus to be taken to the ship, the S.S. Antoinette. The cruise line took care of our luggage. We just attached tags with our names and room number, and they took care of getting the luggage to our room on the ship.
Our stateroom was small, about like a typical moderate priced hotel room in New York City.
The room did include a "French balcony". This is a small area with two chairs and a coffee table, and a window that can be opened. It is essentially taken out of the area that would otherwise be part of the stateroom. There are sliding glass doors between the French balcony and the room.
The Rhine does not go to Amsterdam. The first 45 miles of the cruise are on the Amsterdam-Rhine Canal, which connects the harbors of Amsterdam with the Ruhr industrial area in Germany and is said to be the busiest canal in the world. http://www.routeyou.com/en-nl/location/view/48678495/amsterdam-rhine-canal
First bridge. The word on the sign is Amsterdamsebrug or "Amsterdam Bridge".
A load of scrap metal, going to Amsterdam.
We saw a lot of barges like this, carrying stuff to and from Amsterdam.
A low bridge. Felt like I needed to duck.
The tall guys must have really cringed.
The tall guys must have really cringed.
I generally think of the Netherlands as a densely populated, highly industrialized country. But from the canal, you would think that it is essentially an agricultural region, and a rather beautiful one.
The boat was incredibly smooth. There was essentially no sense of motion. The scene outside seemed to be just passing by, as if we were watching a movie. We slept well, and would wake up the next morning in Germany,