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9th July150 km
Crossed the border into the Netherlands, like any other border crossing on this trip, you only know you're there coz the sign says' Welcome to Netherlands' no passport checks or border controls the whole trip. Bet the first time our passports will be checked is when we return to our own country!
The German guys we camped next to in France had put a little cross on the map on a place just over the border called Venlo. All their other little crosses had turned out to be beautiful places but, unless we missed something, Venlo was just a typical Dutch suburban town. All Dutch towns and villages are like something out of 'Stepford Wives'. Everything is perfect, perfect houses all built in a dark brown brick, perfect pristine gardens to the point of putting any ordinary Brit's garden to utter shame, perfect supermarkets, all displaying the food immaculately, not one single piece of litter on the streets anywhere, cycle paths on every road, just about everyone one on bicycles and the drivers all give bikes priority, then in the middle of the town you turn a corner and there's a windmill!
The campsite there will be very nice when it's finished! Shared the site with dumper trucks and bulldozers our nearest toilet block was full of breeze blocks so we had to walk to the other side of the site for the loo. The advertised heated indoor swimming pool was closed for repairs and they where putting up marques everywhere for a wedding on Saturday! The only saving grace was that the bar was nice & we got free WiFi. Moved on the next morning first thing.
Drum
Nothing to report, I'm still handsome, popular and turning Dutch heads and creating quite a stir wherever I travel. Don't know what's happened to the sausages these days, no sign of any at all, even the b****es aren't having any.
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