I walked to the ship in the cold, damp, dark dawn and took up my position in the wheel house. As the sun came up a very familiar countryside of neat villages and wooded gentle hillsides was reviled. Lock after lock took the ship higher and higher every half hour or so until Bamberg came into view.
Stadt Wurzburg was tied up in front of the Port de Mar. No one was on board and the crane was in position to lift their car back on the ship when their trip to town was over. The crew got ready to leave; cleaning everything for the new crew coming on board soon.
