In the night from Saturday to Sunday the victory of the Italians against England was celebrated extensively in Oostende. It seemed to us so, as if the marina is the epicenter of some of celebrating fan. The coronation took place but then in the morning at a quarter to four: For several minutes it was again a loud raucous group, only a few meters away to listen to the quay. Then a loud bang by the jump on our floating dock ..... and then ...... steps on the deck of our SUMMER. I thought, I spin! Dietmar was not yet fully awake, while I was shot out of the bed to the front. Quick pulled up the blind: Directly in front of me I saw legs with sneakers. I pounded on the window and ripped at the same moment the hatch up and was screaming: "Get, Of .......!!!“ (we want to censor times better :-) ).
Quick look for the young brats into the distance and fled to his clique, which stood at the top of the quay wall and hooted. Visibly amused the young people moved to the city.
On the prima, Sleeping was at first not to think. Not, that it would have been a really dangerous situation. Nevertheless, remained a somewhat bad. Someone had entered our home uninvited. That was not at all times! We decided to, to speak the next day with the harbor master and ask for another berth. In addition, we determined, From now on the evening Rehling always close. If we had made, wäre der betrunkene Vogel schon an dieser Hürde gescheitert und wahrscheinlich ins Wasser gefallen 🙂 Nach fast zwei Stunden fielen uns dann doch wieder die Augen zu.
As planned we marched after breakfast directly to the harbor master. They were genuinely surprised. At our place is otherwise a permanently inhabited boat and such problems had not yet given it up today. Well, the World Cup is indeed an exception time. There probably happen once things, the sonst not passieren. We were granted permission, Verholen to our boat at the dock to the front here. So now we have enough distance from the quay wall. We like it much better 
Reassured, we make ourselves again to set foot on the road to Racecourse Oostende. Unfortunately, here the summer season starts only at 30. June. No horse racing, no theater performances, even the exhibition of sand sculptures at the booth opened on 28. June. It seems we are at least a week too early for the Belgian summer.
We consoled ourselves over this knowledge back with delicious Belgian "Pannekoken and Apfeltaart". This gives it, Goodness thanks, at least the year. Back on board, was sailing trip for our onward journey towards France on the plan.