There is a very good reason that so many great cities, not only in Europe but throughout the world, are found alongside some of the world’s most majestic rivers. Before relatively recent times, challenging terrain posed many obstacles to travel over land. In the rivers, however, the merchants found ready-made highways to transport their goods and thus these cities sprung up as inland ports-of-call. River cruising is capitalizing upon this reality and rapidly becoming one of the hottest vacation options in travel.
A couple of years ago I was fortunate enough to experience a truly magnificent river cruise aboard the Viking Helvetia. We sailed from Amsterdam to Basel mostly along the Rhine River. Part of what made the experience so enjoyable was that I was sauntering along with eighty or so of my closest friends. You are no doubt shocked I would have 80 casual acquaintances much less that many close friends.
You might be surprised to learn how much natural affinity there is between us like-minded, quirky travel folks. We tend to congregate in large clusters, kind of like the Amish but without the beards . . . and the foggiest notion of what’s appropriate in public, of course. Actually I count the folks in this picture among my dear friends. At least I did before I published this candid shot on the internet without their permission where it will linger in some dank corner of cyberspace for all eternity. Flip’s not really driving. It just sort of looks that way.
I discovered that there are a whole host of things I like about river cruising, first and foremost being the leisurely pace. Someone like my fellow blogger Lesley Carter over at Bucket List Publications, a frequenter of these pages, God love her, would probably have to parasail behind the ship upside down, blindfolded and tethered to concertina wire just to stay awake. Check out her blog to see what I mean.
However, for those of us for whom an adrenaline rush is defined as sipping a mellow Malbec in a dimly lit room, it is ideal. When you are trying to absorb several hundred years of European history through the bar’s gigantic picture window, even five knots an hour seems like wave running. Captain, can’t you slow this thing down a bit!
Our first stop was in Kinderdijk where we did a windmill excursion. If you have ever wondered how they move water around in a country which is largely below sea level check out these gigantic Archimedes’ screws. Those of you who are expecting one of my typical crude attempts at humor will have to wait a sentence or two. I’m not touching this one.
Just to prove I actually was in The Netherlands, here is one of many windmills dotting the landscape. And no, dear skeptics out there, I did not photoshop the third hole at my local miniature golf course. I can tell by your drooping eyelids that I am not going to be able to hold your attention all the way to Basel. Therefore I have made an editorial decision, seeing as I am what passes for an editor around here, to return next post with more of my heart-throbbing river adventures. I have decided to do this just for the Helvetia of it. (Now there’s the kind of pathetic pun you have come to expect from your humble blogger.)
Have you ever been on a river cruise? After reading this scintillating post, would you like to? Check it out here. At you own languid pace, of course!