4th July 50km (ish)

I slept the sleep of the Stugeron dosed last night. From 8pm until the wake up bing bong the next day. The travel sickness tablets, despite their soporific appeal, were quite unnecessary. The North Sea was as still as a mill pond and so I ate breakfast looking out over a sun drenched ocean. 

The time came to collect my bike and for me to join cyclists (motor and push) in the long wait to disembark. After a rather claustrophobic hour we were finally allowed to wheel our way off. A friendly passport check and then away I went. 

The ride into the city was a long, industrial 30k. I saw the back of many wind turbines (For reference, you want those facing you, into the wind) And lots of factories. 

In the end (after temporary loss of centrum signs), I was spat out of a park and into a suddenly bustling Amsterdam. Cycling was challenging as you can't manoeuvre  a fully loaded bike easily but, with a little walking, I got past central station and picked up the signs for the east. Eventually I found signs for the park and after cycling through an endless housing estate I made it to the sight.

I took part in a very detailed check in and followed the man to a non-cordoned off area of grass. I pitched and slept. Again.

Up and showered. (Tokens. I don't object if its a real shower but when it's one of those push button jobs, it annoys me). I finished my book (nothing to recommend it apart from the fact that I kept falling asleep) and came to the restaurant for tea. Given a choice of pizza or chips I have gone for the latter. With a glass of wine. 

I retreated in here when the drum circle started. Now I'm listening to a heady mix of Gabrielle and the Eagles whilst eating away. 

Gallery

Cabin (cause people are always curious about accommodation)

Amsterdam in the morning. See those smokey factories? That's the bike path just behind them).

Yarn bomb

For those cyclists unsure of how to approach technology.