The journey from Hilversum to Alkmaar
Good morning from a misty and much cooler Hilversum. The thunder storm from the previous evening had cleared the humid air and the fresh air was a blessing. It was perfect for cycling.
Ready to rock n roll on the last part of my journey home and of course the last part of my holiday season 2020.
Only 75 kilometers to go, although I felt good, I knew this was probably gonna be the hardest part of my journey, my legs are starting to tire, but the thought that I was nearly home gave me more power.
Aa I left my room, as usual checking about 50 times that I had not forgotten anything. I hadn’t. I thanked the staff at the desk and set off on the journey.
Today, was much the same journey as yesterday. I cycled through towns and villages I might never pass through again.
But I would like to thank the town council of Amsterdam for probably adding more time
and definitely more kilometers on my journey. All those bloody road works, un-fricking-believable.
But one thing that was positive. I was heading into a province/area I knew very well, so my heading and route was easy for me.
As I was heading through the area called the ‘Beemster’ (also known for the cheese) and look who beat me home. Was this the same as in Arnhem or was this family. LOL
My friends, you can maybe imagine the feeling I had turning in the street where I reside. My legs and arse were done. I have probably cycled the last 30 or so kilometers on automatic pilot. I had more breaks than I would have liked, but it was needed.
I had done it. I am glad I took the wise decision to break half way between Arnhem and Alkmaar, something I would have done 20 years ago was to do it in one go. I seriously think trying to do that now might have killed me. Although I am quite fit for my age, I am not a spring chicken.
I would love to say, that after a shower I was able to chill and reflect on a lovely journey and a trip home I found hard..but my dear readers that did not happen. As on Tuesday. I have bit of surgery at the dentist, I have to pick up the medication in the town. So I get on the old bike and head off. My legs very tired and my ass very painful, but I have to do it.
While in town, I went to the bank, as my bank card is fucked and then I picked up a few other supplies, but as I came out the shopping center I look up to see this sky…
So cycling home, I overtook electric bikes on my old one speed Granny bike. I just could not be bothered getting soaked.
I knew a storm was coming, but I wanted to be home in time.
And thankfully I was in the house when the heaven’s opened.
I am so proud of my journey’s both to Arnhem and Eindhoven and the kilometers I have covered on those both tours
I will do one more page on this blog. I will share my views and thoughts and give info to others who would like to try and do some tours as well.