A 6 hour train trip took me from Germany to Holland where i have 44 cousins scattered over this tiny country. Stayed with the eldest one in Borne for a night and the next morning we did a little bike ride around the place to see some of the sites. Bike riding and The Dutch is like bread and cheese. They just go together and belong. All day long on paths and roads and through forests and along the laneways, there is a procession of bikes and riders. Old couples out for a picnic, young Mums with a kid in front and one behind out shopping, whole teams on racing bikes, kids out and about, massive amounts of parked bikes at train stations, biking is like breathing, part of everyday life. Yesterday i travelled to another
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