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We arrived at our 4th Campsite, Oosterbeeks Rijnoevoer around 3:30pm, 22nd April
it was chosen for its locality to Kieft and Klok, a big name in the
world of old VW's, the reason for this was partly because it was on
route to Germany and also Rupert needed someone more qualified than
me to have a look at his slight hesitance when running.
We stumbled upon the site by following local signs, it turned out ...
My 8 week trip is over.
8 weeks without any problem, no stomach troubles because of food, no malaria (took no medication, just been careful in the evenings) no accidents although my pelicase dropped of my trolley on the airport (20 KG's) straight on my toe. Auch.....ha ha. Thought It broke, bit it didn,t, only black and blue.
No lost luggage, no theft, only a few minor issues with my camera's and ...
... it to be quite sexist indeed. There were no lady-spouts to sit or hover over, only a stinky quadrant for up to four men at a time to stand on and do their business. Lance showed us how he would use it, and I took a political and feminist stand (literally) and showed how I would use it. The locals walking by were both appalled and equally entertained, many laughing and shaking their heads at this sight.
We continued through the town and stumbled ...
... then the roof rained on us :) (water added) and then we were mixed around in a whirlpool! On came the heat lamps and we were cooked. Then we rattled along a conveyor belt in the bottles and our caps were stamped on. Next my favourite- the room was filled with bubbles!l as the bottles were cleaned :) Next train stop - Utrecht to visit my family! We enjoyed a wonderful family dinner finishing with Mario's homemade ice cream :) amazing! ...
... tired to ride out of town in search of somewhere less public, we sat on the busy path cooking noodles waiting for dark to put up the tent. As the water boiled and trains roared past we anticipated a sleepless night... But then passed a cyclist, who without a moments thought offered us her back garden to sleep in. Shocked and happily relieved we jumped up, chucked the noodles and stuffed everything back in ours bags to follow ...