Still in a somewhat confused state, we would describe it as “akin to Jetlag” if we didn’t think Mr Perkins would get a big head about it, when Chris and Annie told us they’d planned a day trip to Rotterdam on the waterbus, we leapt at the chance to accompany them, if for no other reason than it would postpone the confronting of our Dordrecht demons!
Expecting to see Rotterdam in a day is a bit like visiting Australia for a week and expecting to see the lot.
Therefore we set out without any great expectations, and happened quite accidentally on the Port Museum where we were expertly guided over the maritime history of what was once the world’s largest port, leaving it with sufficient gaps in our curiosity to ensure that we would have to return for a much longer stay at some future time.
As a result of a bit of wartime nastiness, there are more monuments to where other places once were than actual ancient monuments, which allows a certain freedom of planning and experimentation in land use not possible in cities bound by their history. We walked for hours through seventy years of modern and post-modern building evolution, resting to watch urban surfers as we often did on the rocks at Kirra, ironically perhaps at the time the damaged city was having its labour pains.
We had quite a lot to think about on the ferry ride home, but to be fair we were all a bit too tired to care!
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