Arnhem by bike [175,06]
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Saturdays I had to work till 17 o'clock, but I really wanted to go out biking. With only one day off, I wouldn't have gotten very far. That's why I went home, did some speedgroseries, listened to some music (read: bawled along with David Usher very loadly) and left in Eastern direction. It would have been lighter for a longer period of time, if the sky didn't cloud over as soon as I entered the province of Utrecht. With the falling of the dusk I turned off my music. I figured with nighty tours I should surround me with nighty silence. Fields full of hunting housecats, a squeaking mouse, a skimming owl, something flying around and shrieking (a bat?). Feelings of distance are totally off. For 99% I made the same route as before, but nevertheless little strikes me as familiar. The night is distorting upon your surroundings.
When you go to Amerongen, you also pass a sign that says your leaving the 'Utrechtse Heuvelrug' (Hill Back of Utrecht). In contrast to what the name might suspect, the road had been very flat untill now, with now and then a higher or lower part of the dyke. The way to Rhenen is more climbing. Maybe they ment to say: 'you're ENTERING the Hill Back of Utrecht'. The road after Rhenen seems to consist only of climbing. First I climb the westside of the Grebbeberg (Grebbe-mountain...). At this point I've already gone 101km and I'm beginning to get tired. It is still dark, but as I leave the province of Utecht and enter the province of Gelderland, the sky opens and I am witnessing a wide dark sky with bright zodiac sparkling and I move on with Ursa Maior and Leo Minor in my back for a lightly encouraging push in the back.
When entering the provincetown of Gelderland I'm being informed that they have recieved an award for best towncentre (actually I already knew that, because that friend bragging about Arnhem told me).
My quiet and overdone goal was to ride over the Posbank, but on my way to Velp I turned out too tired for that attempt. Passing a sign 'Lane of Presikhaaf' caused my blood flow harder. As core Rotterdammer I feel at home as soon as I get near excavationsites and streets broken open. As some kind of 'horse smells stable'-principle. I have to go towards the Rijn to find my way home and I spot on my map in that direction a little park. So I recon that would be a pleasant location for a long break and breakfast.
Frozen to the marrow after the long bike ride I get supercooled. Too tired to keep moving, too chilled to sit still, I begin to feel worse and worse. Nauseous, with headache and dizzyness I keep biking from step to bench, from stone to lawn, trying to avoid both miseries. I also suffer from terrible backaches from carrying the heavy backpack for so many kilometres and I biked my knees somewhat to smithereens. Finally on top of everything I desperately have to take leak. Sooo... if you hear about some one very territorial from Rotterdam who marked her scent in Arnhem... well... that wouldn't be me. I made sure nobody saw me. In the end there is only one thing to do... ride to Rhenen very... very slowly for a cup of coffee with my sis. I was suppose to be there at 10 o'clock, so it's becoming a new challenge to get back as slowly as I can. At Oosterbeek I'm lighty warmed up and still exhausted. Near a monument at the other side of the road of Airborne-museum I fall asleep on a bench for just about 15 minutes, but then I move on again in a snail's pace of 7km/h. The way back exists of short steep hills up and long light sloping descents. The second time up the Grebbeberg from the eastside is just too much for me. I get off and take a walk for the first time this whole trip.
At 13 o'clock I take the train home. I'm back at 15 o'clock and fall in some kind of coma dreaming about... yeah right... I'm not gonna tell you everything! ;D
Pretty Arnhem: Presikhaaf-park and Airborne-bike roundabout.