So a new day, new chances (as we say in Dutch). I mounted my trusty ligfiets and cruised ahead while the spirits were high. They became considerably less high as I zig-zagged between people with dogs in the Amsterdamse bos, or as I biked through extremely ugly landscape with planes coming in for landing. But they became higher again as I reached Haarlem and called Valys, where I heard that yes, my bike could go in the car, yes, I could still order a ride, yes, the lady could find a café from which Valys would pick me up...! What a great solution to everything this was, and how very grateful I felt. I felt new stamina to bike to Zandvoort... I was on time to watch the sun lower itself into the ocean and I felt oh so thankful for the fish (kibbeling) in my hands, the bike underneath me, the beauty of the surroundings and the Valys taxi coming to pick me up.
I hope you can somewhat enjoy the pictures as much as I enjoyed the real thing :)