It was a weird visit. It wasn’t just the penguins on the tram
or the clown on the bicycle, there were other things too!
You never quite know when you launch off from home what you
will find at the other end of your trip or what will feature during your time
away. Very often work takes me overseas, sometimes into continental Europe,
sometimes further – as this blog shows – but I have been to Bonn many times and
pretty much know my way around, so surprises are expected to be fewer.
Bonn hosts the striking twenty nine storey building of the
United Nations Environment Programme. This in turn hosts the Convention for the
Conservation of Migratory Species and many of its daughter agreements –
including the ones dedicated to whales and dolphins – hence my visits! On this occasion
I was in town for two back to back workshops one on climate change and the
second on bycatch,
UNEP HQ looks down on the huge River Rhine which runs North-South
across the suburban landscape. (I have shown pictures of the amazing river and
its transport here before.) However, last Monday morning I was looking down on
the river and it looked wrong. The light was bouncing off the river surface
showing curls and flats of light that did not belong. Several hundred meters of
sheen oil divided into several streamers was travelling up river. Someone must
have had a fuel leak or maybe washed out some oily bilge. The oil would
probably have been invisible in any other view from the river sides apart from
that provided by the UNEP skyscraper.
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| The Oil on the Rhine is All Mine All Mine! |
Thirty minutes after I spotted it, it was gone, carried off
by the fast moving river. Hopefully it vaporised swiftly without causing any
major harm. (We did of course report it.)
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| Oily streamers travelling north. |
The next few days passed without event, although major
warnings of a storm heading in from the west towards the UK started to be heard
with increasing volume.
Thursday morning breakfast in my little hotel in the Bonn suburb
of Bad Godesberg started as per earlier ones. Coffee, bread roll, egg; view out
of the window. Locals in big coats and hats, muffled against the cold, striding
by making their way to work. The day was dull; the colours drab. Then suddenly
out of the corner of my eye a splash of red and yellow, blue and green; a full-on
old-fashioned red-nosed clown in a big red
cap riding down the street on her bicycle.
Then, on my way to the tram, I passed a group of young folks
wearing furry animal onesies on a street corner at 8am. But youngsters do that
kind of thing! The vampire and cowboy on the No. 16 tube were less easy to
ignore and two stops further along we were joined by about twenty penguins.
The penguins were all about twelve years old and came
complete with a teacher who was handing out their feet – bright orange cut-outs
to be tied over shoes. These complimented their black clothes and penguin heads
– black woolly hats with orange beaks and big sewn on felt eyes. The penguins
also had a huge sack of pop-corn and, more mysteriously, a second big plastic
bag of washing-up sponges.
More folks in fancy dress joined the carriage until, by the
time, I got to my stop there were more
of them, all heading north to the centre of the city, than those of us in
civvies. As I left the carriage, a witch and a demon got on board.
Of course I did know what this was about. We had been
warned. Thursday was he first day of carnival in this part of Germany – a six
day festival of fancy dress and mayhem leading dramatically to the contrasting period
of abstinence of Lent. We had been warned to expect revelry on the streets and possible
disruption to transport.
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| A workshop with party hats |
There was little fancy dress in UNEP HQ…. apart from the little
party hats that is that were provided to workshop participants! And little
mayhem… apart from the ritual sacrifice of my tie. This, it seems, is another tradition
of carnival. Gentlemen wearing ties during the time of carnival are at peril of
having them amputated. And so it did come to pass….
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| There goes my tie! |
Finally, Thursday night witnessed the remains of ‘Storm
Doris’ – which had previously brought chaos to British air-space – crashing by,
scattering bits of tree and other debris. I too became a piece of debris in the
satellite departure zone later that afternoon as Germanwings left me stranded
for many hours before finally finding a plane that headed from Carnival-land back to the UK.
It is cold, very cold, this mid-February. We are in the heart of winter. Everything had died-back and the animals that are active are struggling to find food and warmth. The badgers have a good strategy. They 'semi-hibernate' - staying in the warmth of the den when it is cold and living off the fat they put on during the summer and autumn. Then, on warmer days when the earth is soft enough to yield a few tasty worms, they venture out to snack. 
