Last night, we couldn’t shake the warnings from home… Wim took no chances—bags tied to the tent, a tripwire around the bikes, and pepper spray within reach. As darkness fell, the forest seemed to come alive. Soft rustles turned into distinct movements around us. We lay awake, hearts racing, listening to the sounds of the night, wondering if unwelcome visitors had found us.
Morning arrived with unexpected beauty. A man at a forest crossroads waved us aside just as jockeys and their horses charged past in a stunning display of power and grace. The day unfolded with more surprises: bumpy paths, the chaos of Paris, and the search for someone who might need Wim’s old sleeping mat.
By evening, we find refuge in a cozy hobbit house surrounded by greenery—and even a pair of grazing dromedaries. As the barbecue crackles and the day’s tensions melt away, we finally breathe easy, ready for whatever tomorrow brings.
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Leuk binnenrijden in Parijs langs het Canal de l' Ourcq. We hebben dan toch een aantal km dezelfde route gevolgd op de tocht naar Tarifa.
Mooie rustige route over paden en landweggetjes tot nu toe. Verbaast me hoe je over zulke weggetjes toch hele afstanden kunt afleggen en Parijs kunt bereiken. Goed uitgekiend. En leuk, zo'n oud washuis.
Weer genoten !!