Weird-ingwerf

I left Amsterdam a bit late, so thought it best to sleep somewhere before heading across the 32km ford to get to the port town Harlingen where the ferry to Terschelling leaves from.

I stopped at a campsite just outside a small town called Weiringwerf, and after one of the strangest conversations of my life ended up paying 0.95 cents to a huge man with two even huger dogs to stay in an abandoned static caravan in what turned out to be a closed down campsite. Bonus.

I hung out my clothes to dry, spread my map across the table and made a fire outside. There were no sheets - that´s fine I thought, I´ll just use my sleeping bag. This turned out to be A Bad Move.
As I left in the morning(surrounded by construction vehicles and workers) I vaguely noticed having itchy feet...