|In the wake of bigger fish in Mecklenburg Vorpommern.|
We leave Munich for Mecklenburg Vorpommern at 3:00 a.m. and arrive at the campground where the rafting company docks its beautifully crafted rafts--the flat kind good for parties and lounging, not the rubber kind right for white water and drowning--at 9:30 a.m. Six lovely hours in the car.
According to the I Must Be Off! distance meter, that's 165 pop songs, 12 news reports (all reporting the exact same news, which can drive a person bonkers) and 3 talk radio programs on various topics ranging from job openings in Thuringen to the NSA/CIA spying scandal in Germany--or, according to the simplified I Must Be Off! distance meter, 226 pop songs.
"You never stop singing," says Wilhelm the Water Lily Enthusiast. He sighs. His eyes are crossed.
"Isn't it grand?" I say.
"No. It's not," he says.
"Something like grand?" I ask. I know all the words to all pop songs, and I sing loudly.
"I am going crazy." Wilhelm the Water Lily Enthusiast has this adorable look on his face, like the tortured to the torturer.
"I hope someone's brought a radio, so we can sing on the raft," I say.
As it turns out, though, no one has thought to bring a radio. But there's plenty of wine and food. We've brought along 12 salads from our new salad company for our fellow lakefarers to try. We're all set. And as usual I have no idea what we're doing or where we're going. I actually thought we were going to raft down a river, but here we are on a lake--the Mecklenburgische Kleinseenplatte to be precise(ly German). It's an enormous network of little lakes and canals with locks and floating refreshment stands, lots of ducks and more water lilies than I have ever seen in one place.
|Just a part of the lakes here. It's a duck's paradise.|
"Yay," says Wilhelm the Water Lily Enthusiast. He's already popped the top on a beer, and it's only 10:30 a.m. I guess the 226-pop-song drive from Munich was stressful. One man's concert is another man's strappado, I suppose. That's life.
|Our raft's bigger brothers|
Thank God there's a 12-year-old travelling with us. My advice for the day: always bring a 12-year-old. They can do just about anything. We make the mistake of letting Wilhelm the Water Lily Enthusiast take over the helm--and not just because the word "helm" happens to be in his name--as we're nearing a lock. Luckily, just before we crash into the bank before the lock--"Your other left! Your other left!"--our 12-year-old captain saves us. I couldn't be more grateful.
"How embarrassing," I say to Wilhelm the Water Lily Enthusiast, who has a slight problem telling right from left. "What part of your other left don't you understand?"
He cowers, pops another beer, doesn't answer.
Antics aside, the Mecklenburgische Kleinseenplatte is truly worth a visit, and the variety of wacky rafts is impressive. But all kinds of boats are about and afloat here--from quirky rafts like ours to canoes, not-so-small yachts and speedboats with skiiers, although skiing is allowed only in special areas. Even with all this water traffic, the area seems serene. Our drinks were upset only a few times by bigger boats' waves.
|A few of the lakefarers on the Mecklenburgische Kleinseenplatte|
|Mecklenburgische Kleinseenplatte. Serene canals. Green and peaceful, except for the roar of our motor.|
|Going through the locks in the Mecklenburgische Kleinseenplatte|
|After the Wesenberg Burgfest|
The festivities rock on until the wee hours, and the drunken festival-goers make their way home loudly between 3:00 and 4:00 a.m. At 9:00 a.m. we pull away from the Wesenberg dock, littered with empty wine bottles and trash, bidding farewell to a place we unanimously dislike.
The second day on the lakes is relaxing. We put ourselves in the hands of our capable captain and lean back to enjoy the sun, the waterfowl, water lilies and getting lost. Yes, we get lost a few times. Sue us. The signs for the canals are rather hidden in the trees (Find Waldo/Signo below), which brings up a valid question: Should signs be subtle? I don't think so, but you may disagree. Thoughts?
(My fever, body aches and migraine were gone by the time we got on the raft Saturday morning--just in case you were worried. As I'm sure you were.)
Some Interesting Facts about the Mecklenburgische Kleinseenplatte:
- More than 800 species of plants thrive here, including many orchids, rare mosses and ferns.
- More than 200 species of birds make their home here (and a lot of them are ducks, just my observation).
- You might see otters and wild pigs, deer and bats in the late afternoon.
- In the Müritz National park just north of the lakes there are a whopping 2,600 species of birds, 800 species of butterflies, and some 1,500 species of beetles.
- On the weekends, there is one species of humans here, but they number in their thousands.
I must be off,
Christopher Allen is the author of Conversations with S. Teri O'Type (a Satire), an episodic adult cartoon about a man struggling with expectations. Allen's award-winning fiction and non-fiction have appeared or are forthcoming in Indiana Review, Quiddity, SmokeLong Quarterly's Best of the First Ten Years anthology, Prime Number Magazine, The Best of Every Day Ficton, PANK, Necessary Fiction, Word Riot, Bootsnall Travel and Chicken Soup for the Soul. A finalist at Glimmer Train in 2011, Allen has been nominated for Best of the Net and the Pushcart Prize twice.