Before leaving Texel, Vagn refuelled his aircraft:
And I had a tour to the aerodrome’s museum:
It is an engine from an Me Bf-110C on the photo above. We took off and waved goodbye to the hospitable EHTX:
It was Thursday 18th July, and we were going to Blexen in Germany, a small town divided from the city of Bremerhaven by river Weser. Blexen was also home to a general aviation airport, where we were going to land. During this 3-week tour Vagn and I became so good at quick planning on the go. We’d normally discuss the weather and possible destination(s) on the evening before, get up early and make a decision based on the latest weather forecasts available, and find a camping place or a hotel either during the flight or after arrival. Sometimes we didn’t know whether we would be able to reach our desired destination or would have to land somewhere else. We wanted to stay in Blexen after this flight, but there wasn’t any accommodation available, and we even didn’t know whether the flying club in Blexen had any bikes. But we both set our hearts on seeing Bremerhaven, so we headed there.
Look at that awesome village on the water (somewhere in the Netherlands):
What a nice place to live! Imagine, you need to go to a supermarket – you take your boat and sail to it!
A small idyllic island with 2 ports, camping place and a white sand beach:
Emse canal and Meyer Werft:
It was a warm and humid day…
Approach to the Blexen aerodrome was above the Weser river, and we had beautiful views over Bremerhaven:
Bremerhaven port, one of the four largest in Europe:
The city of Bremerhaven:
And turning on base for landing:
Very nice runway, but a bit bumpy in the beginning of 27, with lots of holes and small hills of tilled soil (made by the underground living animals) – we even managed to hit one of those with the left wheel!
We parked in front of the tower, and later got a parking place in the hangar. Günter welcomed us to Blexen. We were offered to stay at the flying club, which we happily accepted.
Vagn was restless; he took a bike and went for a ride.
I was tired, and didn’t want to go anywhere; sat down on the grass under a tree, with the view to Bremerhaven, and had some relaxing time…
A couple of other members of the club came by, to have a chat and a beer. They told us that in the old days there was an airport (opened in 1928) with a pontoon system and daily traffic to Helgoland. A Water Maritime Company, founded a year later in Blexen, was secretly building a production facility for seaplanes in some camouflaged as farmhouses buildings. The goal (or dream?) was to fly to New York! Unfortunately, the course of the WWII destroyed these plans; no seaplanes were ever built there…
