The end of a decade...

We're in the last few days of our jaunt through the Netherlands and it's time for some decisions. Time is passing quickly, more quickly than we're traveling: Prague may be out of reach given the time we have left. Unless we suddenly develop much stronger legs and tougher posteriors. An unlikely happening. 

There seem to have been fewer cute little Dutch villages to ride through for the last couple of days. Or  maybe they have just been spaced further apart.  But, overall, the surroundings continued to impress.





One village had an interesting main street that gave an excuse to lift sore bottoms off unyielding saddles for a while, and to do some photo-tourism.




Through the window of an old semi-derelict house on the main street of the village.





It's strange to think that I once found wind-turbines to be ugly, a blight on the landscape. But I have come around, enjoying them for their relatively harmless energy production. Not as nice as the traditional old windmills, of course. More efficient, though, at a time when we need efficient energy production if we are to phase out fossil fuel pollution.

A pleasant rest-stop for lunch. Shade would have helped...


We noticed many upside-down Dutch flags on much of the trip. It is a somewhat pro-farmer anti-government demonstration, I believe. One had the words "No farmers, no food, no future" below the inverted flag.

This is the 21st August, 2022, the last day of my seventh decade. Tomorrow I'm seventy! 































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