Finally getting to Volendam 2016

We got back on the bus. When we got to Volendam, one of the men refused to get off the bus. We could hear the guide pleading with him and his absolute refusal. He said his leg hurt. So he didn't get off the bus.

We were walking through the town when the guide got a call - we had left two people in Edam and they were coming by taxi - where should they meet her. So she handed over to the other guide with us (Raul the cruise manager said they had sent him to help me, but the guide himself said that they had arranged for 4 buses and only needed 3).

Main street in Volendam



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He told me to go around and meet him at the hotel (he said there was only one) as he was going to lead the group up some steps. I did meet them.

The Hotel meeting place - Volendam

I had prints of the photos that Daddy took in 1950 - two from Volendam and one which the guide identified as Markem. I was disappointed in Volendam - I expected to see people still wearing native dress, but they were not. Although apparently one of the things that one must do (if one is Dutch) when one visits Volendam is to have a photo taken in costume.

National Dress

I went into a photography shop (one where you could have your photo taken in costume) and showed the photos to one of the ladies and she brought the shop manager out. The shop manager explained the difference between the costumes that the girls in one photo were wearing (she said she would have been about 3 years old in 1950) and said she knew the man at the fish stall but couldn't remember his name.

My sister and me in 1950 - Netherlands

She also said that the very shop that I was in was in one of the photos. So I made a collage of the two photos

Then (1950) and Now (2016) - Volendam

After we were all re-united we walked back to the bus

Waterfront of Volendam

There was one stairway which the scooter had to be carried down. And we drove back to Hoorn and walked back to the ship. This time, the AmaViola was right next to the pier - no need to climb across a Viking ship.

Bob on the left - walking back to the AmaViola



This was Dutch night for cuisine. I had beef carpaccio


and cheese soup. Bob ordered the chicken consume

and when I looked at my soup it didn't look like cheese soup -- Bob had my soup and I had his. We switched. We both had chicken breast with curry sauce and rice.

I didn't like mine and my back was hurting so I couldn't get comfortable and Bob had a problem swallowing his dinner. He ordered hot tea, but it was too late.

Dutch Apple Cake

For dessert I had the Dutch apple cake but Bob's banana split sundae looked good too.