Land Unter
Tuesday, February 5th, 2008 09:57 pmLand unter [lant 'ʔʊntə] is an expression used to describe flooded grassland - well, the fact that the grassland is flooded, really.
Due to severe rains, every river, stream, lake, or puddle between Uelzen and Hamburg has grown to enormous size during the last couple of weeks. It looks as though the entire northern German lowlands are under water and I wonder what the farmers are doing with their fields now that they are so swamped.


Still in Hamburg, this is a building near the harbour. The water is slightly above normal, but not that much. That changes as soon as the train leaves Hamburg, however.

This is a field.




The Metronom as seen in the windows of an ICE (InterCity Express, pronounced not like "ice", but ['itseʔe], and I am ashamed to say that I only noticed that some people WOULD pronounce it ['aɪs] only what, four years ago? It's embarrassing.) we had to wait for. The things are using the same railways as the Metronoms do, and pretty much every time I go on those trains we have to wait for an ICE to pass us. We're always late.

I love this one. The river's usually only four or five meters wide, the bridge ridiculously large for it. Not now.

Closer to Uelzen, the flooding's not that as bad for some reason.


I have never quite figured out what this is. A fish farm?



Uelzen. Whenever I tell someone that I've moved to Uelzen, the reply is invariably, "The town with the pretty train station, right? I changed there once!"


And the fascinating interior of our yellow-blue Metronoms.
Due to severe rains, every river, stream, lake, or puddle between Uelzen and Hamburg has grown to enormous size during the last couple of weeks. It looks as though the entire northern German lowlands are under water and I wonder what the farmers are doing with their fields now that they are so swamped.


Still in Hamburg, this is a building near the harbour. The water is slightly above normal, but not that much. That changes as soon as the train leaves Hamburg, however.

This is a field.




The Metronom as seen in the windows of an ICE (InterCity Express, pronounced not like "ice", but ['itseʔe], and I am ashamed to say that I only noticed that some people WOULD pronounce it ['aɪs] only what, four years ago? It's embarrassing.) we had to wait for. The things are using the same railways as the Metronoms do, and pretty much every time I go on those trains we have to wait for an ICE to pass us. We're always late.

I love this one. The river's usually only four or five meters wide, the bridge ridiculously large for it. Not now.

Closer to Uelzen, the flooding's not that as bad for some reason.


I have never quite figured out what this is. A fish farm?



Uelzen. Whenever I tell someone that I've moved to Uelzen, the reply is invariably, "The town with the pretty train station, right? I changed there once!"


And the fascinating interior of our yellow-blue Metronoms.