Arnhem by bike [132,50]
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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.
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.
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.
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.
I rent a bed and a couple of clean towels and leave for the dormitory.