Arnhem by bike [132,50]

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Cart and horse along the way for the driverscontest the next day.

It was my plan to leave as soon as I dropped my son of at school, but because of undermanning at my work and my willingness to assist, it was already 13 o'clock when I'm ready to go. It was very nice weather and looking back on it, better as I had anticipated. After a day on my bike a part of my back has been burned through the fabric of my blouse. But that is still a surprise during the day. De tour is better to persevere when I haven't worked my ass off all day. After 40km and 80km I take a little break. Well, I'm capable of sending text messages on my cell phone while biking. But it's more relaxing on a bench and I can have a sip of water while typing. So I send some to 3 friends and my mother to be precise.

As I pass Krimpen a/d IJssel my right knee begins to churn up and I must be careful not to overburden it.

More participants. I know even now I will not go back on bike tomorrow. So I will miss out on the race :o(
Where I normally ride in 6th gear, I now have to turn it down regularly. But on the long dykes I finally push it to 8th. New biking aches are being piled upon the old ones. My fingers are still tingling from last time, but now my fingers begin to hurt. My ass is still sore from the saddle, but after some time it feels really bruised. But eventhough all that, it seems to be going much smoother.

Along the way I encounter a lot of other bikers or am being passed by them. Where motorcyclers and busdrivers greet eachother, this habit is rather uncommon among bikers. Often I see them turn there head to look at me, but they do not greet, wave, nod or smile. Maybe they are looking because I do not apply to the average sight of a bicycle-girl. With my long curls loose, a gothic-blouse and Terminator-glasses I do not resemble the ordinairy outfit.

Here in the distance you can see the Grebbeberg. Now you know what's so bad about my old camara: It places everything further in the distance...
No sporting-wardrobe, no helmet, no nothing of that. Near Nieuwegein I'm being met by a racing cyclist, who looks a little ridiculous with very big clownshoes. Vivid red, yellow stripes and it's shining from a mile away. It suits his white shirt with red dots though. White with red dots...? It lookes slighty familiar.

I also pass a field with carts and horses. They have gathered for a driving-contest the next day. Also a field full of geese is worth stopping for. But with my breaks shrieking I strike them with terror. Ah well, keeps them alert. I enjoy the sights and make some pictures. If I pass all beautiful and nice places frenetically, I might as well stay home and go for 500 rounds around the church. I brought my old camara this time. It makes photos of less quality but at least it doesn't refuse service.

A beautiful view over the Rijn from the road above.

In Rhenen I take another break. This time for more than a sip of water. I crash at a snackbar, where I have been with my sis sometimes and enjoy about a litre milkshake. It's a cold splash, but oh so good. Than I begin the hardest part of my tour. First the Grebbeberg up and then down hill, where I'm being flashed for riding 55km/h in 50km zone. So now I'm waiting anxiously for my speed-ticket ;o) The long wide lane through Wageningen with its huge mansions and residence that stroke me imposing the last time by night, now turns out to maintain a couple of hideous flats, that ruin the whole picture.

But then Arnhem... I choose the way up the mountain this time (oh no, you're not allowed to say that in the Netherlands.

Gorgeous green Arnhem. You GOT to love it!
..) and am being treated to a gorgeous sight over the Rijn and the 'Onderlangs'. Big wide parks, lang broad lanes filled with nice buildings, rippling ditches with pattering waterfalls... Now and then I stop to look at my map to find my way to the Stayokay somewhere hidden in a green quiet backwater. Why they got a award for best town centre is still a question, because till now I haven't encountered anything special there. But the rest of the city makes up for it abundantly. And so I decide after many discussions with many people, that I find Arnhem to be the most beautiful city of the Netherlands. For the simple reason...I fell in love that day... Well, I haven't been to every city, so if my opinion ever changes, I'll keep you posted.

I rent a bed and a couple of clean towels and leave for the dormitory.

A snapshot from my bed into the room I was sleeping in. Now you know what I think most important on my trips (beside my bike): my cellphone, my aquana-drink and my kilometre-counter ;D
This one is almost empty. I take a long warm shower and wash the fire of my back. Becasue of the weaven patern in my blouse I now have burned in flowers on my back. I jump in bed with a fresh body and clean clothes and send some more text messages about my save arrival. After that I turn over and fall asleep. Around midnight I recieve a reply. But some people and messages are worth opening your eyes for in the middle of the night. The day was tiring, the milkshake filled my stomach for a whole day, so I fall asleep again quickly eventhough my sore knee keeps nagging.

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