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the waters of germany                                                  TRAVEL





















































        SPLASHDOWN IN BERLIN:





        EXPLORING THE WATERWAYS OF GERMANY’S CAPITAL



        by Matt McKinney              you can drive there in a boat. The city  currywurst and radler beer (regular old  once existed there.  a steering wheel, and a simple map
                                      is landlocked, but coursing through  beer, but with lemon) that we got from   Swimming was on our minds the  showing us a route we could take around
            t was only after my son turned  its center and spiraling away from  the  Strandbad  cafe.  The  cafe’s  simple  day of the boat tour, mostly because  a large island.
            his back to the water and jumped  it are waterways that carry freight,  menu—you’d better be hungry for one  it was another scorcher. We sat under   It was early evening when we
        I off the 5-meter platform, his arms  passengers,  tourists  like  us  and  all  of three types of sausage, French fries or  umbrellas on the deck while our tour  started out, a bit cooler than midday,
        reaching into space, his legs flying up  manner of watercraft. Berlin contains  a  drink—belied  how  accommodating  operator switched from German to  and the light was just beginning to turn
        and over in an inversion that rang  more bridges than Venice, about 120  this simple beach was.   English  to  talk  about  the  buildings  a golden hue as we approached the first
        alarm bells deep in my Dad brain, that  miles of canals and rivers and a vibrant   Everything needed for a day of  easing by, sometimes throwing in  real sight on our boat tour: Pfaueninsel,
        I realized he was attempting a backflip  boating scene. The canals that crisscross  swimming was here: an outdoor shower,  jokes that had a well-worn feel. (He  or Peacock Island. Today it’s a nature
        from high above the Muggelsee,  the German capital eventually link up  bathrooms and changing rooms, picnic  explained that a church’s spire was  reserve and park accessible by ferry,
        Berlin’s largest lake.        to the country’s major rivers: the Rhine,  tables, some taller tables with umbrellas,  topped by an antenna: “That’s because  but it was once a private playground
           This was a new trick—we’re not  Elbe, Danube and Main. Thousands  a grass patch where families with babies  God has internet.”)  for kings who built a castle and then
        really a backflipping kind of family— more miles of canals and rivers connect  stretched out on blankets, and more   The  boys  liked the comfortable  stocked the island with a menagerie that
        and there was just enough time for me  from neighboring countries, making  sand. A nice-looking bar next to the cafe  chairs, and a waiter swept past several  included kangaroos, bears, alligators,
        to think about travel insurance and why  it possible to spend weeks exploring  wasn’t open yet. Tied up to the dock  times with cool drinks, but even the  chameleons and peacocks. Peacocks
        13-year-old  boys  seem  drawn  to  risk  Europe by water or venture to the  was a rentable houseboat. Every few  city’s magnificent architecture wasn’t  still wander the interior, hence the
        like moths to a blowtorch before he  North Sea.            minutes, another shaky customer of the  enough to win me over. We needed a  name, but the animals long ago became
        splashed into the lake, mostly upright.  We weren’t planning a voyage of  paddleboard rental business voyaged out  boat—without a tour guide, one that  the first inhabitants of the Berlin Zoo.
           Emergency averted, I took the long  that magnitude, not this time anyway.  onto the lake.  would stop long enough for a swim.   It was while passing the island that
        view: As long as no one ends up in  The city was our destination., and we   The whole scene was so inviting  We needed our own boat.  we encountered a German tradition
        a body cast, throwing ourselves into  started at a beach.  that we weren’t too surprised when a   We headed to the Wannsee, in the  unlike any American custom. A sailboat,
        summer is why we’re here, right?  The Strandbad (literal translation:  wedding  party  set  up  on  half  of  the  southwest corner of Berlin. The lake is  maybe 200 yards away, glided by with
           My wife and I took our two sons to  “beach bath”) Friedrichshagen sits on  beach, the bride and groom decked out  home to sandy beaches, rowing clubs,  an elderly man at the helm. It wasn’t
        Berlin in early August hoping to catch  the north edge of the Muggelsee, not  in formalwear as their guests lingered  marinas stocked with sailboats and  until he passed that we realized he was
        some of the city’s summertime vibe.  far from the apartment we rented while  under a party tent. In a city flush with  lakeside  homes  for  the  wealthy,  with  sailing naked, a fact that brought hoots
           During the fall of 2016, we’d spent  living here that gray autumn of 2016.  historic churches, castles and parks,  boathouses the size of Minneapolis  of laughter from our sons. He wouldn’t
        part of a sabbatical in the city. The   The beach couldn’t have been a  they chose this, I thought. Well played. bungalows.  be the last naked boat operator we
        beaches were  closed for  the  season  more apt choice for our tale-of-two-  Something clicked as we watched   If the Wannsee sounds familiar,  saw that day; to the Germans this is a
        by the time we showed up, the  seasons view of Berlin. The last time  boats make their way across the water  however, it’s likely for its dark past.  natural way to experience the outdoors.
        paddleboards  slid  up  into  the  rafters  we had been there, it was winter. An  that day at the beach. The next day we  It was in this privileged and beautiful   We were halfway around the island
        and pleasure boats marooned in winter  ice rink covered the sand. Our hockey- headed to Berlin’s center, hoping to  environment that leaders of Nazi  when  we  passed  under  the  Glienicke
        storage. The feeling that we had missed  loving sons skated quick laps before  find a tour boat.  Germany met to lay their  plans for  Bridge, connecting Potsdam and
        something became more evident as  we retreated to a nearby cafe for hot   This is about the most touristy  genocide. The lakeside villa where they  Berlin. During the Cold War, this
        weeks passed.                 drinks.                      thing you can do in Berlin, other than  held their Wannsee Conference is a  bridge was a key link between East
           That autumn was blustery, and   This time, temperatures soared past  wander under the Brandenburg Gate,  memorial and museum, one of the  Germany and West Berlin and became
        yet whenever we researched our Berlin  90 degrees as we staked out a shady  but it’s a simple way to see some of the  many ways that modern-day Germany  a preferred spot for  the  exchange  of
        neighborhood online, images popped  spot near the water. A few minutes later  city’s iconic architecture.  ensures that people don’t forget the past. captured spies. The “Bridge of Spies”
        up of sandy beaches, lakeside resorts  we  had  a  happy  surprise:  A  boy  who   The one-hour-or-so tour journeyed   We had come to enjoy ourselves on  was dramatized in the 2015 Steven
        and people lounging in swimsuits or  recognized our sons from their time at  up and back on the Spree, the river  the lake, but we first spent a quiet hour  Spielberg movie starring Tom Hanks
        skipping across the Muggelsee on a  the public school in Friedrichshagen  that passes through Berlin’s heart.  sitting at a picnic table overlooking the  and is perhaps best known as the spot
        windsurfer. “Next time,” we began  two years ago introduced himself. They  It has an industrial feel, but that’s  water near the villa and its memorial.  where U2 pilot Francis Gary Powers
        saying.                       swam out to the high-dive platforms  changing. City residents have pushed   Then  we went to  the  rental boat  was released by his Soviet captors in
           That turned out to be this August,  at  the  end  of  a  dock  extending  from  the local government to clean up a  office nearby, and after brief instructions,  exchange for an East German spy.    n
        and  by  then  we  had  a  shortlist  of  the beach. The backflipping soon got  portion of the river for swimming. The  we hopped aboard our vessel. Anyone
        beaches, lakes and rivers to see.  underway.               Flussbad (“river bath”) project would  who’s spent time in a Lund fishing boat   ©2018 Star Tribune (Minneapolis)
           Like Duluth, you can’t see the   We watched from the shore mostly,  use natural filtration to clean the water  would have felt at home. Our “cruiser”   Distributed by Tribune
        ocean from the German capital, but  lulled into complacency by our order of  and re-create the swimming areas that  came with a 9.8-horsepower outboard,   Content Agency, LLC


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