Much to everyone’s surprise. The first mission of the day soon became locating a bike shop to inflate the tires to an actual rideable level. Something I failed to accomplish even with the mighty power of the frame pump.
But off we rolled; no route, no food, just money and good moral. Off into the Dutch countryside, with a general aim of hitting Belgium before it got dark.
It is fair to say progress started off slow, but once the tire issue was sorted, and a general plan of action had been agreed upon, we hit the roads and off we went. Plagued by a fairly strong headwind all day wasn’t the most enjoyable experience, but nothing could dampen our spirits. Rolling through miles and miles of very Dutch looking countryside, with brief stops for water and food and the odd occurance of just getting bombarded by a massive peloton of school kids on their way home. Progress was good. And we all agreed we would cross into Belgium before it got dark, so we headed for Antwerp on the hope of a cheap hotel. But first came pizza. Dirty greezy Belgium kebab house pizza. And it was good!