Laying on my back somewhere in The Netherlands, surrounded by …
Laying on my back somewhere in The Netherlands, surrounded by vocal evening birds. Not a bad end to a Thursday.
Laying on my back somewhere in The Netherlands, surrounded by vocal evening birds. Not a bad end to a Thursday.
Roadside hot sandwich vending machine
Dirt bike path beats no bike path (just west of Turnhout, on the Flanders Cycle Route LF5)
Bike path along the Antwerp-Turnhout Canal. Riders in full spandex kits zoom by. Definitely in Flanders now.
In the woods, surrounded by chirping birds, I heard a strange noise and came across this: a guy laying bricks, with the tink-tink-tink sound of a metal tool on brick in sync with techno playing from a portable stereo.
Realized yesterday I was only 40 miles from Bierbrouwerij Koningshoeven (the only Trappist beer brewing abbey not in Belgium, a.k.a. “La Trappe”)– sounded worth a route change.
Biking past modern wind turbines
If I hadn’t taken out-of-the-way roads, I never would have seen this prop (in memory of a set of crashed Brit/Canadian Halifax pilots, it appears)
Supermarket cheese area (mostly Gouda, of course)
This where-am-I-going? path through the woods led to a €10 hostel (Stayokay Dordrecht) w/ showers, wifi, bar with 7 interesting dutch beers.