Waiting for the Captain to wake up

Finding the boat is easier than we thought. Sometimes the internet is a great thing. Dick sent us an address, we checked it out on the Michelin site and then we simply walked straight to the boat with that map in our hands. However, I have the feeling that this can only happen in Holland. I mean, how many places on earth will grant a street number to a boat or an ark moored in the city center? As an exception, maybe...

If you wonder what an ark is... well, to cut a long navigation short, lets say it's a house built (I'd better say bolted) on top of a floating tank. You moor your tank with the house on it in a canal and there you live. I never saw one moving, but I'd say you can at the very least tug an ark to wherever you want, if you aren't picky with speed and avoid open sea and large lakes.

As Dick told us, De Gebroeders is moored along a bigger barge. No sign of life on both of them, though. Well, it's not even 8 am, there's no reason to worry. Let the guys sleep. We too need some quiet. It's been 2 long days from Kyiv to here, and to say the least we are pretty tired. So we walk on the deck to establish a first visual contact with the Skûtsje while we verify that we will have a human look when Dick wakes up.

Bert, his neighbor and our soon-to-be teacher in Dutch Bargeology appears about half past 8. Some worries from my side (what if it's the wrong boat and we look like thieves, after all? ) but then it turns out that no, everything's just fine. Dick told him that we would come early, so this really is the right De Gebroeders. Much better, isn't it? We finally relax and wake the captain up.