Fletcher Hotel-Restaurant Erica
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... even started our holiday in earnest! Yesterday we rode into town and went to the museum to see nine original Van Gogh! I doubt that we have that many in Australia. We will not go far tomorrow-- possibly down the river to Willemstaatd for a few days and then into the Biesboch for another couple of days-- we will just have to wait and ...
... lucky and had noticed him in perfect time before he had chance to really burrow his way in. You can see from the pix that he's fully intact. Phew! Prego actually quite enjoyed the attention and especially the treats she got afterwards. We just need to keep an eye on it for a few days but we're confident it's fine. So onwards to Vught to the Concentration Camp reconstruction and museum. It was ...
Cruised until early afternoon. Sampled Jenever which is the national drink of Netherlands. Made of Juniper berries, it tastes like gin. Today is St Nicholas day in the Netherlands. Visited windmills at Kinderdijk. These windmills were built between 1728 and 1732. The yellow rings under the cap are so the sails don't touch the ground. The more rings are added in order to raise the heights. You must be ...
... was the biggest sea port in the world until 2004 (now it's Shanghai). Having taken more than a day to ride it from end to end, I believe it! Compared to Rotterdam, riding through the country was so much more relaxing, and a lot less confusing - we didn't even get lost today! We passed through the Biesbosch National Park, where we took ferries two and three for the day. My favourite was ferry three over the Steur River. ...
... America I had lunch at, of course, Taco Bell. It was a new experience for me, and I must say, not bad.
After this culture-shock it was time for me to get back to hitching. One shorter ride later I found myself at a gas station along the highway leading to Belgium. Just as I had spotted all the Swiss and Germans in Bologna, here I spotted a very distinct type of number plate: Dutch. I adopted the same tactic of waiting, and before too long I got a ride. The people ...