My rides over the last few days have been easy, beautiful, lazy, moving from small towns in the south of NL to small towns in the west of Germany. I haven't ran into a "bad area" in 150 miles. Everyone's property is so well manicured. It'd be hard to keep up with the Jones' around here.
The only draw back has been the weather. It's been a little gloomy during the day, and then pours during the early morning 3am-ish, just after I hit REM sleep. In a tent, on some farmer's land I don't know, that's no good. With the 5-day forecast looking like much of the same, I've decided to hang in Osnabrück, then take the train to Berlin. I feel a little like I'm cheating, but riding isn't enjoyable when you have a time line and you're getting soaked while you should be sleeping. If I had the time I wouldn't mind it as much, but unfortunately I have to move and get miles in.
Next stop, Berlin.
On my way out of the Netherlands.
Typical property in S. NL/W. Germany.
Boarder cross.
Where I slept one night. It was a local park and the early risers were not amused by a groggy Justin.
So many of these guys on the trail. And their cousins, the slug, stick to your bags - and stretch to 10x their body. Yuck!
Always should take a moment and thank the good lord for what what I'm able to do.
The redest of red. I was famished from my ride, but I had to take a pic of how deeply red this strawberry was. A wonderful farmers market in Osnabrück. Delish!
Some gents I meant during a bachelor party. If someone asks to drink Kuemmerling, pass.
