Day Four – 129km

Follow the river into country number three

Great feeling leaving the campsite this morning before anyone else was awake. Perhaps encouraged by two hares and a red deer seeing me off from the adjacent field. And maybe the free filter coffee.

Solo cycling encourages making your own entertainment, such as mooing at the cows, or trying to say the place names of towns and villages in the local language as you see the signposts. I had plenty of earworms.

I went through more typical Dutch countryside – canals, dikes, woodland, villages – until I hit the river Rhine. I had to cross it several times during the course of the day, by bridge and by two different ferries, one of which was solely for foot and bicycle traffic.

The entry to Germany was without fanfare, simply cycling out of one Dutch village and past a small sign proclaiming entry to Germany.

It was a head-down ride from there on a cycle path next to a fast road to today’s campsite, which is certainly a notch or two below Dutch standards!