05-Feb-2001 -- Just after reading about the existence of the DCProject in our newspaper, we were going to
spend the weekend with some friends in the most southern province of the Netherlands called Zuid-Limburg.
After checking the DCP website for several times to be sure, I found out that there was an unvisited confluence
not far away.
Some of my friends did not share my "Livingstone in Africa-feelings", others did like to idea to be
the first on the confluence. Happily the last group did not own a GPS. On our way back home to the north we
left the highway to find this confluence. According to our atlas at home, it should be just a few kilometers on
the other side of the border in Germany, near a village called Gangelt. The first unpaved road we took happened to
be the right one. It starts at a little parking place and led us directly to the right spot. The spot seemed
to be just at the border of a meadow, which was closed by barbed-wire, so I had to cross it several times on my
While I was jumping around to find the exact place, concentrating on my GPS, I suddenly saw a sort of monument
some 10 meters aside of me. Looking closer, it appeared to be a world globe made out of stone which was there
because of the confluence! The spot had been made nicer with a sort of pick-nick place and some trees and an
extra natural stone on the ground with a metal plate with inscription in remembrance of Mr. Mercator.
There are agricultural fields around it and in the neighborhood there is a farm. The landscape is almost flat.
We could see several wind energy generators around. Some kilometers to the south are woods and moor fields.
While taking my pictures, some children came from the village on there scooter to visit the place and climbing
on the pick-nick table. When the sun came through the clouds on this rainy day, my wife Hiltje, who was
patiently waiting in our car until then, put our 5 months-old daughter Jikke on the globe. To be a real
confluence-hunter, one should start early! Back home I checked the site again and let the film develop
a.s.a.p. Since then I started dreaming of very remote confluences, only reachable by a real expedition.