Badeschiff: Berlin’s floating pool party

Swimming is one of the things I miss most about tropical city life. Sunning at one of Amsterdam’s parks or urban “beaches” has its appeal, but cooling off with a dip is an essential element I’ve been missing so far.

So I died of envy when my husband decided, while I was at my blog conference, to go swimming. He didn’t just pick the nearest public pool, but chose the Badeschiff, Berlin’s first and only floating swimming pool.

Badeschiff Berlin

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“Badeschiff” translates to bath + ship, and this is just what it is: the hull of a ship, or barge, converted into a swimming pool. With a sandy “beach”, wooden deck and open air bar, it’s a landmark of the new, creative Berlin… and the perfect scene for a floating party on the river Spree.

Marlon had the place all to himself when he arrived at 10 a.m.

Badeschiff deck at 10am

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By 3 pm, it was a different story as hordes of sun-starved Berliners began to arrive.

Badeschiff Berlin queue at 3pm

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I headed there as soon as my conference ended at 5 p.m. En route, the party atmosphere was everywhere. This was, after all, the first scorching weekend of the year.


Signs of good things to come: brick buildings and street art, with a dash of hippie and a touch of grit.



I took my place at the end of Berlin’s longest queue of hipsters. If you want to go hipster-spotting on a hot day, the Badeschiff is the place to be. I lost count of how many girls with half-sleeve tattoos/messy topknots/striped tops/oversized black-framed glasses/men with ironic beards/________ (insert hipster trend of choice) I spotted while waiting in line.


There was nothing ironic or hipster about me that day. Not having packed any swimwear, I was simply desperate—desperate enough to pick up a €2 second-hand tank top outside an U-bahn station for sunning and swimming. I still can’t believe I was seen like this in public, and by such a huge hip(ster) crowd.

By 5:30 p.m., the Badeschiff was packed and hopping.


This is how packed it was. Close kami lahat. You just had to find a free spot on the deck you could squeeze your body into.  (I imagine this would be a great way to meet people if you were single.) Good music and a great vibe made it all part of the fun.


The biggest tragedy of it all: I didn’t actually get to swim.


It was swimwear only… and my last-minute outfit of flea market tank top and husband’s swim shorts did not count. “Do you have a bra under that?” asked the lifeguard.

“Of course I do!” I retorted. Did he think I was some kind of hippie?

“You can go in that,” he replied. “Sorry, those are the rules. Swimwear only.”

I could have mugged someone for a bikini right then. I can’t tell you how agonized I felt as I watched girls leap into the pool in flimsy bras and lacy white panties, then walk away without a care in the world, wet transparent undies revealing all. I just couldn’t do it. I’ve happily embraced many things about living in Europe, but public near-nudity is not one of them.

“Just do it,” Marlon urged. “You’re in Berlin. Nobody cares.”

I replied: “I know, but I’m Filipino. I care!”

My damnable Asian modesty put me on the sidelines until sundown.

Badeschiff at sundown

You and I have unfinished business, Berlin. I’ll be back… and I’m bringing a swimsuit with me.

P.S. I’m curious now: would you have gone ahead and done it? Brave souls, hit the comments and let me know!


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  1. Rebecca says

    I loved this post! Visiting from BYW2:). I guess underwear is nearly the same as a bikini but I am with you and probably wouldn’t do it. Just like I couldn’t bathe nude on french beaches even though naked French people were everywhere


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