September 8, 2003
Lock 2 - Waterford

The River was getting wider. A lot of birds were fishing at the sides. We saw some albino fish birds playing in the morning sun, then, swinging their wings majestically to escape the human approach. They inspired us to sing all kind of songs. A proof that we had gone a little bit crazy on these Canals. There was a lot of green water plants at the sides, old trees at the shores hanging their leaves into the water.

We were passing through a huge iron gate. The dumping ground behind the hill attracted hundreds of seagulls. yam, yam... some garbage to eat. But the smell was disgusting. Behind this gate a canyon opened, we passed through and went to the next locks. According to the history of the Canals this was the highest drop in the whole world, achieved with locks, regarding the distance of the locks. So we went down these 5 locks. Maybe 150 feet in 3 miles. A beautiful hilly area.

Right behind we found a cute little town where we stayed for the rest of the afternoon. Free Internet access, bathrooms and electricity, combined with the friendliness the place (especially the retired town people who organized themselves as a maintenance, public and tourist serving society) attracted us like the seagulls the garbage.

I was suddenly urged to go into deep intercession and prayer for my financial concerns as I checked my account. A profound desire for donations rose in my heart.

And here we are giving you new information. Our eyes are bloodshot red, sitting in front of the screen for quite a while. As far as we experienced the pub in the village is pretty nice, especially because we were invited for a free beer by the owner.

See ya soon, friends.

(J)