Three days ago I cycled accross the dutch border into the province of Groningen in the northern part of the Netherlands. Riding along the busy highway A7 made me realise that this is quite a busy country...
After a quick stop at the Faroe Islands I arrived in Hirtshals with the Norrana Ferry from Iceland. This was great especially because my family was giving me a warm welcome at the harbour! We spend a nice long weekend at a summerhouse. Too much to tell and quite overwhelming. It was so good to see them again I totally lost my motivation for the last 1000 kilometers home.
The weather was just horrible, too much rain, a neverending headwind, some cold nights and familiar and unexciting farmland. I felt pretty lonely on these days. Wo ist die Bahnhof? This was offcourse never a real option. Are you really going to give up in the last kilometers? "Don't be such a pussy" I told myself and decided to keep going. Singing and talking in german kept me busy!
It feels good to be back home again and I still have a lot to do right now, sorting all the pictures, cleaning the bike, clothing (and myself). I definitely need a haircut...
I really would like to thank all the nice people who helped me along the way, providing me me food, shelter, interesting conversations and so on. You're all very welcome in Holland.
