After crossing the 32km ford between Ijsselmeer and the North Sea, with a coffee-break at the thought-provokingly named monument "Monument", I rolled into the port at Harlingen amd got the "fully booked" 1.15 to Terschelling.
Turns out there is only one tarmacced, signed and painted road and to get anywhere not laying on the road along the south coast of the island you have to get a bit dirty. Awesome.
So I spent the next three days razzing around the totally unsigned maze of sand, dirt and mud tracks through dunes and forests, interspersed with long walks and confused looks from the cycling dutch holiday-makers.
There are perfect, smooth tarmac cycle paths alongside the rutted sand/mud roads which powered vehicles aren´t allowed on.
Each day I was trying to blissfully ignore my feet becoming more and more itchy after every night in my sleeping bag...
On my last night there was the craziest thunderstorm I have ever experienced, it lasted two hours, and, once going properly the sound of thunder was a constant roar and the sky was lit from every direction, more than it was dark.
I'm gripped! Whats with the itchy feet?! Don't say bed bugs!!
ReplyDeleteCan't wait for the next installment ... even though I know some of what happens. :)
ReplyDeleteYour blog is turning into a series of Lost. A cliffhanger: itchy feet. It's alright because we'll find out what you mean in the next episode, or not...
ReplyDeleteMy guess is that you've got ringworm and should seek medical attention as soon as possible.