But look at the rain's benefit: After a few liters human footprints are all but eradicated and all that remains are the seagull's impressions. Too bad the rain can't erase dumb smoker's cigarette butts!
When I get back to the hotel after about 40 minutes in the rain I ask myself why I have carried the bloody Goretex jacket in my saddle bags the whole way. It is dripping wet and water is starting to seep through. Gonna buy myself a 10 Euro plastic poncho tomorrow because it looks like the 40 km trip to Amsterdam on Friday might just be happening in steady rain.
For my beach walk early the next morning things look completely different.
|Restaurant employees putting up the wind-screens for their wind-sensitive guests|
|A haze still clings to inland portions at 9 am|
|getting wet feet|
|Good Morning !!|
For lunch I ride the bike to a 'beach' restaurant 10 km east of Noordwijk. The restaurant is in the dunes, but one can't actually see the beach ;-(. But I see something else. A tracked vehicle that can load about 9 people in wheelchairs on the back and then heads down to the beach. Brilliant!
Later in the evening, I think for a split second whether I and the broken Velo could hitch a ride on that ;-)