🎼 …Good times never seemed so good… 🎵
We had long planned to stroll from Harlesiel to the museum harbour of Carolinensiel along the small river Harle. But either the weather or the bus schedules were in the way.
This time, four days ago, we had a way better timing. So, we hopped on a bus in Bensersiel to take us to Harlesiel harbour.
At Harlesiel harbour, we first checked out at the memorial of the local burial at sea shipping company because my husband plans to one day use their services.
It is a beautifully decorated place for sure but is was also a hard pill to swallow for me to be reminded that the day will come that my lovely husband will not be there for me anymore. 😢
It wasn’t easy for Harry, either. There was an elderly couple who he had a brief conversation with to find out about their experiences have been with having a loved one buried between the islands of Spiekeroog and Wangerooge.
That was when some long-forgotten things came back to Harry and he had to sob a little. He quickly recovered but I was still glad that the shipping company’s office, which was on our way and where Harry actually wanted to enquire, turned out closed that day.
Anyway, next thing we learned was that we would not be able to do our stroll as planned. There was a building site at the harbour preventing us from getting to the western bank of the Harle.
So we strolled half of the way on the eastern bank, where we passed some houses which were actually built on the water, until we reached the lock “Friedrichsschleuse”. There, we crossed the Harle and then walked back northwards because there is a fish smokehouse where we had planned to stop for a few “Fischbrötchen” (bread rolls with fish).
On our way towards Carolinensiel, we were overtaken by the paddle steamer Concordia II which travels between Carolinensiel and Harlesiel several times a day from April to October. I bet it would be fun taking a ride with it. 🙂
At the Carolinensiel museum harbour, we met “Caroline”, the girl you can see in the first photo above and who is the landmark of Carolinensiel.
Caroline welcomes the visitors who flock to the historic museum harbour. In her hands, she cradles a ship safe from all dangers. There is a plaque which says that this is a reminder of “Cliner Wind” which stands for joie de vivre, cosmopolitanism, energy and daring.
There was another, somewhat strange sculpture. As we found out, it is called “Home Badensis” and is supposed to be a caricature of the common bathing tourist taking photos of the harbour.
Eventually, we hopped on a bus taking us back to Bensersiel where we took two shots before returning to our holiday flat to relax and end the day.
