After a yummy breakfast (included), I take an extended smoke break and re-photograph some of yesterday's shots and discover some new ones.
The church with the courtyard that the concert was in. Cool church!
Then it is time to pack and head on the road.
Did I mention that my bike's name is Rocinante? |
Yes. That is what it is. A remote-controlled lawnmower for steep slopes. Brilliant! |
I reach the city (village!) of Damme. Groetings van Damme! (Greetings from Damme). 'ang on! That sounds familiar. Since Jean Claude is from Belgium, what are the bets that he is van Damme? ;-) Actually, I just looked it up in Wikipedia, and the Belgian city he is from is a suburb of Brussels and is 91 km from Damme, a HUGE distance in Belgium ;-)
About 6 kilometers east of Damme I run into this crossing of canals. Nice view.
Rorschach test anyone ? |
My cell phone works again. I must have crossed the border. Oh there it is (It looks more official and threatening looking back into Belgium).
These Dutch cows somehow know I'm not an ordinary Belgian from across the border |
I am hungry so I sit down and eat a Wiener Schnitzel. When in Rome .... ;-) N.B.: the Schnitzel is better and cheaper than the food consumed in Belgium. Things are looking up!
Another 17 km to Breskens where I will have to find and board the first FERRY of this trip.
An elevation in Holland? Must be man-made! A viewing platform? |
Why does this evoke thoughts of Venice from afar? (After all; I've never been in Venice) |
Now it is time to take a ferry:
NO, NO, NO !!! Entirely wrong kind of ferry depicted above. NO CARS allowed on my ferry! Only bicycles and pedestrians!
Let's try that again: Now it is time to take a ferry:
That's more like it!
But it's not the ferry that get's me all excited.
It's the pastel tones that radiate from everything around me
Vlissingen on the other side of the Westerschelde (Stay tuned for the Oostershelde tomorrow ;-) is not very exciting. The island I'm on is not even a real island (stay tuned for a REAL island tomorrow ;-), because it is joined to the mainland by a tiny appendix. But then I'm in Holland, where every parcel of land is separated from the next by some draining ditch or canal anyway. Speaking of canals: Hearing the discussions and seeing the strategic maneuvering and then the frantic rush when one of these bridges opens is quite something ;-)
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