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Veluwe - Day 3 : Resting?

Breakfast today consisted of 1,5 sandwich and "as many peanuts as you can eat". We had bought too little food yesterday. An employee of the campsite was surprised to find us camping where we were and said "down the road are nice places with electricity and water, this is just a barren field". When he saw us eating peanuts he said "when I was young I also ate peanuts when I had a hangover". I suspect he thought we picked our spot while being drunk, but apparently cycling has the same effect. I walked with him to the front office to pay. He talked some more but had such a strong accent I could barely understand. We only had to pay half fare because we hadn't camped on an official site. 

After the tents were dry we continued our trip. First, there was breakfast to be bought. The goal of today was to end up somewhere north of the Veluwe, a large natural area in the Netherlands. It was about 60 km away. In the local supermarket we bought bread and, of course, Ligas. Because we had taken a big detour yesterday we first had to backtrack 6 km. The villages we past were all connected by the same bicycling path, which we followed the entire morning. In a camping store we bought a new stove. During the afternoon we found a nice bench to eat, during which we again devoured an entire bread.

Bram thought the gas canister in his stove could be transferred from his old stove to the new one. It took the three of us 5 minutes to open the new stove and another 5 minutes to close it again. After greasing it up with some butter it went faster. We took turns opening and closing it to loosen it up. Then it was time to try exchanging the canister. We only had one turn and it needed to happen fast to prevent the canister from emptying. Of course that didn't work and by the time we changed the canister it was completely empty, the grass was frozen because of the gas, and we started to get a headache. We quickly continued cycling.

 

Near Deventer we wanted to cross a river. One hundred meter to the left was a railway bridge, but cyclist weren't allowed to cross. Two kilometers further to the left was a normal bridge that did allow cyclists. According to Koen we needed to turn... right. It wasn't a guess, because he brought a beautiful map, which showed there was no bridge that direction for another 40 km. After 5 km the road just ended and we were forced to turn around. We again cycled past the railroad bridge, then crossed the normal bridge, and passed the railroad bridge again because it lay in the direction we needed to go. It turned out we would have been able to cross the railroad bridge after all, so we had cycled 10 km for nothing. It was already getting late, but today we were lucky, for the first time our map showed a campsite nearby. Just 5 km further we already saw a sign saying the campsite was just 4.6 km away, but after a few kilometers more we saw another sign saying it was another 6 km. The area we were in only contained infinitely long completely straight roads. There were no forests only grass fields with some trees next to them. It was already 8 o'clock so we checked the map again. Fortunately, there was a helpful man who told us about a nearby campsite 10 km away. He knew the way and told us to just follow him.

With total disregard for the fact that we already cycled 85 km he raced his car with 25 km/h and we had to push out a final sprint which you wouldn't even see in the Tour de France. We all deserved the Green Jersey. We finally arrived at the campsite, which was also a farm. A friendly man told us it was completely full and so were all the nearby campsites. He did allow us to stay in his backyard for free. We were fine with that. Here is a picture of the really nice garden.

The backyard had a nice open area in between the trees and plants, on the ground were wood chips. 

"Please don't take a picture when we look so grumpy"

It would start to rain soon, but we were so hungry we wanted to eat before pitching the tent. This would be an important moment: would the new stove work?? Fortunately it did, otherwise we would be eating cold soup. After all the cycling the soup tasted extra good, but what came next didn't. We had bought canned fried rice. It looked like a frozen brick of rice and didn't taste much better. It could be best described as expired dog food filled with sand. When we finished eating around 21:30 the farmer's wife came to check if everything "worked out" meaning if we pitched the tent and didn't make a mess. We didn't make a mess, because we were too tired. She was surprised that we didn't put the tents up yet. That turned out to be really difficult today. We needed to push really hard to get the pegs in. Suddenly we heard a loud tear. Bram thought it was Koen's pants, but I was still awake enough to realize it was the anti-weed fabric underneath the wood chips. When all the pegs were in we went to sleep.

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Again a long day. The route today was not especially pretty, but we accomplished our main goal of reaching the Veluwe national park.

Distance cycled: 90 km