11.07.2011 - 11.07.2011 26 °C
Once again we were up and at ‘em way to early, we both rolled out of bed at 0720 cursing my name. Breakfast was pleasant, although slightly awkward, Betty didn’t seem to be loving her job. We skipped out right away, we were cycling down the road by 0830. The written instructions are not all that easy to follow, so throughout the day we get lost. It’s a darn good thing we have that GPS (finally!)
Shane said this tour should be called the capbells-soup-sore-butt-broken-head-church tour because in every tiny town we went through the highlight was some old church. Most of them were closed, but there was one we did see inside. It was in Eenum (population: 116) and built sometime around 1175. It was pretty small, but neat.
We kept biking and soon we were in Zeerijp, this is where Shane met Jose, the bump on his head. You see, Shane, being a boy thought it was awesome that there was a zipline in the park, he had to try it. As you can see in the instructional video at the end of the post all you need to get a Jose for yourself is: 1. A heavy piece of plastic on a chain 2. wet slippery grass and 3. a fast speed. If you combine these ingredient you might come away with a brain injury. We stopped at the next building with people in it, a cafe. This cafe was on a farm and in it we found strawberry-quark cake and coffee. (I also found a milk and sugar set for 7 euros!) We nursed Shane’s massive headache for a while. He was in serious pain. (Don’t worry moms I didn’t let him sleep!)
After an hour or so we got back on the bikes, we had about 30 more kilometers to go. We stopped every so often to see how lost we were and continued along. We left the cow and sheep farms for agricultural fields. The four main crops in this area of the Netherlands are: potatoes, sugar beets, onions and wheat. My favourite though was the glistening fields of golden wheat, they were beautiful.
We popped into a bakery in Uithuizen and asked them to make us a sandwich. They did, meat and cheese and margarine. Yum. We were getting really tired by this time and our butts hurt! We kept going and going until finally, around 1430 we reached our next farmhouse. Clearly not expecting us for a few more hours our hostess, Lei, calmly invited us in. We had a cup of coffee and she showed us our room. The house is stunning, unlike our room at Betty’s where everything was old (and beautiful) this house was all brand new (and beautiful.)
We showered, washing all the bug guts off our skin. I got hit with a fly in the tongue and a kamikaze bee flew into my eye, oh the joys of bicycling. Dinner was quite nice, a real good tomato soup and a delicious spinach and potato pie. We talked politics tonight around the dinner table with our Belgian neighbours. With all the fresh air we were asleep in no time.