HISTORY | ITINERARY |
CARMIGGELT AND EPIBREREN | TOURIST ATTRACTIONS: NATURAL SPLENDOUR, GARAGE, MUSEUM and the SWIMSUIT COMPETITION |
PHOTOS OF THE ISLAND (2003) |
HISTORY
Dutch Wadden
island, part of the municipality of Eemsmond
(Gr.). Until 1580 Epibreren (meaning: 'at breeuwen' (MDu, 'to caulk') site
where in earlier times cock-boats were caulked) was part of Aduard's monastery.
After 1580 it became part of Groningen, which then sold it to the Stachouwer
family, which treated it as a manor until French times. The original inhabitants
made their living by beachcombing and digging up so-called 'wadworms'. A terrible
virus decimated the island population in 1850. Up until 1858 it was then owned
by J.E.
Banck, who in 1892 sold the island to the German count Von Bernstorff
bis Kluge. In 1897 Epibreren was repopulated by the descendants of the homeless
people of the sunken city of Reimerswaal.
After WWII, Epibreren was taken over by the Kingdom of the Netherlands and
developed into primarily a safe haven for scores of poets and writers.
Dutch (column) writer Simon
Carmiggelt spent a wild weekend on the island with his then mistress Renate
Rubinstein, in the summer of 1953. To keep this from his wife and to prevent
the island from being flooded by tourists he invented the verb 'to epibrate'
(epibreren) soon afterwards. In 1994, shortly after their creation in Paterswolde
the then nameless band of poets traveled to the island and found shelter in
Hotel
Hell, based in a former Atlantic Wall bunker. Ever since the group has
called itself: The Poets from Epibreren
(De Dichters uit Epibreren).
The Poets in front of Epibreren
Apart from poets, fishermen and a musician, there are also blue seals and
quite a few birds in Epibreren. Especially interesting are the colony of wadden
penguins, highly amusing creatures that akin to parrots can imitate sounds,
and the renowned Epibreren owls, which can imitate statues. It was precisely
this natural splendour that made German musician and ornithologist Jan
Klug decide to settle on the island.
Epibreren is located three kilometers northeast of Groningen's most friendly harbour Noordpolderzijl and is only traversable at low tide. To get to Noordpolderzijl one needs to travel to the city of Groningen, where one should take the train to Usquert and once there walk past the old windmill in the direction of Noordpolderzijl. Please be careful when crossing the N363 motorway, which is often used as a racetrack by Northern Groningen farmers, often in inebriated condition, on tractors and combines.
If you must travel by road, then it is probably safer to purchase or rent
a motor vehicle in the city of Groningen, preferably an Opel (= Vauxhall,
for our British readers) Vectra or Ford (Ford to everybody) Mondeo - either
car will upon request be fitted with amphibian equipment. For your convenience,
there's an Opel dealership adjacent to the Ikea and McDonalds drive-thru
at Europaweg. When you've bought a comfy sofabed and Big Mac meal and consumed
either or both of these items, please head for the impressive Groningen ring
road, follow the signs pointing to Bedum/Eemshaven, take the exit to these
towns and follow the N46 in northeasterly direction. After a swift stones
throw one finds oneself at the exit to Garsthuizen. Please leave the N46 here
and drive northward past Eppenhuizen, Zandeweer and Doodstil (Du. for Dead
Quiet, which it is) until close to Uithuizen one happens upon the ever busy
N363, which is often used as a racetrack by Northern Groningen farmers, often
in inebriated condition, on tractors and combines. The most logical route
- taking the N363 in westerly direction till one finds the signpost to Noordpolderzijl
at the old mill in Usquert - is therefore considered ill-advised. One had
better, after carefully traversing the junction, cross the fields in north
by west-westerly direction. Please take note of the ditches along the way
that can only be overcome by accelerating before one hits the little dykes.
When one has finally reached Noordpolderzijl, and one has perhaps had the
pleasure of a nice hot mug of cocoa at café
't Zielhoes, one should drive up the sea dyke and then first cross the
saltings and subsequently - depending on the tide - the mud flats or the water
in a northeasterly direction. Please take note to activate the specially fitted
amphibian equipment in your motor vehicle by pressing the button below the
steering column. Epibreren is situated a mere two nautical miles from the
coast. Driving across the sea amphibiously one should look out for Russian
submarines or newly crashed Cessnas.
Apart from the huge stretch of natural splendour, Epibreren also boasts plenty of entertainment for those - however infrequent - gloomy days. Since the summer of 2000 the cellar in Hotel Hell has a Museum of Unnatural Mystery, a rather well documented museum for all things at odds with Mother Nature. The library also houses Epibreren's archive - and when your humble translator finally becomes paraplegic he will no doubt translate that, too.
From the top of the high dune at the south end of the island one has a lovely view of the flour and husking mill 'Love' (De Liefde) in Uithuizen. This dune also boast an internet module, so the happy-go-lucky tourist can also enjoy the mill in fog or darkness, via milliner Bob Poppen's website.
Epibreren - The annual Epibreren Swimsuit Competition (ESC) on Easter Monday always draws huge crowds to the island. In 2002 a record fifty-six ladies fought for the title of Miss Epibeach. After completing ten heats (among them: seal-squashing, birdy-bashing and a catwalk) the jury announced Jasmijn Parafernalia from the Frisian hamlet of Gearslach to be the winner.
Below a picture shoot of the competition by our correspondent Gabriël
Kousbroek
Anja, Tanja and Rita Rozenvoet are preparing for the seal-squashing heat - they scored an amazing 523 points! | |
On, as well as off, the catwalk both Rozalie Tannenbaum and Daphne Heerckens were the hot-tipped favourites. Still, this time round they were no match for Machteld Hernia, which in the picture on your right is changing behind the fence. | |
In the discipline of seal-baiting, Jasmijn Parafernalia not only managed to bait the seals but also two busloads of trigger-happy Japanese people. | |
After the competition a well-deserved rest for the wicked. What a wonderful day it had been |