Our reservation for the boat was at 1pm, so prior to that we stopped at Albert Hein (the big grocery store chain here) and loaded up on beer (for Mike and I), champagne (for Jess), cheese, bread and various other snacks.
We arrived at the rental place and I went in to deal with the deposit for the boat and signing on the dotted line. The gentleman behind the counter in semi-broken English asked if I had a credit card for the deposit. Before I had the chance to answer yes, he broke in and said: "of course you do! You're American". Hilarious! I love the American stereo types we have been running into. Not to get too political on the blog, but I'm glad we weren't here when George Bush was in office. I get the feeling that we may have been run out of town.
The boat was a small aluminum fishing boat (fits up to 6 people) with a small electric outboard motor. It didn't go very fast, but we weren't in a hurry. The weather was perfect and we cruisedup and down the canals for almost 5 hours. There are some big (very long) tourist boats that don't give a flying hoot about you and your small boat, but for the most part the canals were just full of folks like us soaking in the sun, having drinks and a good time.
It was such an amazing way to see the city. Your perspective is so much different when you are looking up at the beautiful architecture from the middle of the canal as opposed to right next to the buildings. It really is the best way to see it.
The only downside was the bathroom situation. I have a small bladder that seems to shrink even more when beer is involved, so we had to dock on several occasions.
Depending on where you dock, the canal walls can be rather high. On one fateful occasion (that is probably forever burned into Jessica's memory) we tied up and I attempted to pull myself up the wall and get up to the street. As I was doing this the boat decided to leave the comfort of being parallel to the wall with my feet still on it. So, just imagine me hanging onto thewall as my legs and feet begin to float away.
Streeeeeetch.
So, the choice was to let go of the wall with my hands and take a dip head first or let go of the boat with my feet. As a germaphobe, I obviously chose the latter. So there I am hanging from the wall with my right leg completely immersed in the water flailing with no leverage to pull myself up. Luckily a total stranger came by just in the nick of time and helped me up. Thank you complete Dutch stranger!!! You rock. Sorry folks. Luckily there are no existing pictures of that fiasco to share.
Except for that minor incident, it was a great day!!! We definitely plan on doing it again. Especially with visiting family and friends.