The Rhine tour went up the Rhine, then back down to Koblenz, then up the Mosel River.
It is smaller, less commercialised, although it still takes 110m barges in the lock system. People live on these, with cars, playpens and gardens. Below is lunch ON a barge: note the playpen as well.
The Moselle has vineyards. 10,000 hectares, each of which produce around 10,000 bottles of wine. That is 1% of what California produces.
It is hard hard work I am sure. The vineyards are very steep.
There were a lot of camping grounds.
There is village after village which look like they come out of a Picture Postcard photo gallery.
This view (below) from 100m vertically up the valley side. This was a little town called Cochen. Another random castle. Destroyed by the French, then rebuilt with private money by a guy from France. Go figure.
This from the township of Cochen. The narrow leaning building.
At the juncture (confluence?) of the Rhine and the Moselle. Kind of like an ordinary place once you get a few hundred metres from the river. Cars, people, clothes shops, businesses and ordinary buildings.
Friedrich Wilhelm Viktor Albrecht von Preußen
This is a statue at Koblemz of Wilhelm the Second (Friedrich Wilhelm Viktor Albrecht von Preußen). Kaiser during WW1.
From Wikipedia, about this guy: “…gifted, with a quick understanding, sometimes brilliant, with a taste for the modern,—technology, industry, science—but at the same time superficial, hasty, restless, unable to relax, without any deeper level of seriousness, without any desire for hard work or drive to see things through to the end, without any sense of sobriety, for balance and boundaries, or even for reality and real problems, uncontrollable and scarcely capable of learning from experience, desperate for applause and success,—as Bismarck said early on in his life, he wanted every day to be his birthday—romantic, sentimental and theatrical, unsure and arrogant, with an immeasurably exaggerated self-confidence and desire to show off, a juvenile cadet, who never took the tone of the officers’ mess out of his voice, and brashly wanted to play the part of the supreme warlord, full of panicky fear of a monotonous life without any diversions, and yet aimless, pathological in his hatred against his English mother . . . “
In summary, our guide called him “Silly Willie”
If you are interested in a nice succinct summary of some of the events in Germany after 1900, this article I found quite interesting:
But it is quite a read!!
End of the tour
After Koblenz, on to Cologne. We were able to stay out until 2am (Sunday morning), but couldn’t face it. Instead we were up at 6.00am in the lounge watching us return to Dusseldorf.