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... br> SOTD: The public in general (Get your ******* ass of the road!!!)
So my tour... I left late. It was already dark. I took my camera and wanted to shoot some light-smudge photos, but then I found out I forgot my memory-card. I went to the end of Capelle a/d IJssel and back. In the end my back began to hurt, so good thing I started early with this RObike Summer Tour, I really need the training.
It's a special thing ...
... upper works.
We visited the shopping centre local to where Hugo once lived. Some parts are new, there is of course a lot more traffic about, but many of the buildings are still standing from way back then. From here Eric led us to Van Heusdestraat, number 37b, where Hugo and his siblings grew up. Felt unreal walking where they had walked especially as we took the paths past his house to the Eben haezer school, Nozemannstraat 16. Was lovely ...
... our destination. We stopped off for lunch under some trees for shelter as it was still pouring. I attempted to eat a mango in the most inelegant manner a mango has ever been eaten! (while Marlina didn't struggle at. all!) and then we cycled on down to the windmills.
We locked up our bikes at the first opportunity, took some pics and then, LO AND BEHOLD, the sun came out!! We stripped off our many waterproof layers, found a nice bench, and did some ...
Today we went to St. Gasper's Sanctuary. St Gasper wanted to change the world. He said go out and make things better. He was a missionary priest. This was Fr. Alfons parish for a brief time before he came to the US.
After the tour we went to the Indian Ocean for our last few hours. A few of us were in the water looking for fish.
"Ok guys, how are you?"
This is it. The last ...
... ceiling lights and a lovely battered old bar. At the end were two small raised seating areas either side of a few stairs with a curved bench seat. After we’d been served our drinks, Else pointed out a large sepia-coloured photo on the wall next to the bar of an elderly couple and explained that they were her aunt and uncle, and the pub used to be theirs during the war. The Nazis used to use the bar a lot but, unbeknown to them, the ...