People all over the world do love the ocean and its waves, even the unpredictable ones.
Holland is disreputable for its North Sea, the undercurrent ... and the unpredictable waves.
The most dangerous area is Hoek van Holland along the New Water-way !!!
Nope, not for the huge tank-steamers causing some high waves ...
That is fun !
You better watch the waves during flood-tide !
The waves can grab you before you even think to run !!!
And when bad weather it is NOT ALLOWED to go on the beach !
So please, ... watch the signs, the flags and the ... people
When you go on the Pier when the weather is some what rough you could get wet. I suppose it isn't smart to go on there when the weather is really bad.
But if there some waves and you're asked to pose on the pier, be carefull you might me part of a joke...Just as i did with Niki letting her pose on a place where i saw waves coming on to the pier....:-)
Picture taken June 1, 1998
The crossing from Harwich to the Hook of Holland was really comfortable on the Stena Lines catamaran, and on arrival we drove south to Belgium where we enjoyed a pleasant week in De Kempen. However, the return crossing was terrible; it was in winter, just after Christmas, and on the way to the port, it was snowing harder than I've ever seen before. The ferry was delayed by a couple of hours due to adverse weather conditions, and piling on board, we saw cleaners removing the vomit left by those who had arrived in Holland an hour or so before. This hardly lifted our spirits, and, sitting in our seats we braced ourselves for the worst. Outside, the blizzard continued, gales buffeting the sides of the ferry, and so it began... The journey was awful, the boat leaping along over the waves like a rocking horse, bouncing, pitching and yawing. The restaurants were closed so we went to the cinema to try and distract ourselves, but we left quickly feeling queasy, my younger brother crying from the experience already. I didn't dare look out the window at the crashing waves and dark skies, and instead focused on listening to music and staring at the satellite-map on the screen in front of me. The boat seemed to barely move in the space of half an hour, but eventually, I noted progress. All around, people were rushing to toilets, scrabbling for sickbags. Whole families lay ill on the floor and people fell over as they walked, the violent jerks of the ship throwing you off of your feet. Finally, the ordeal came to an end, a full five and a half hours after it had began. The journey was supposed to have take around three hours- its length had doubled in the apalling weather. Next time, I think we'll be taking the train...