We left Belgium and found our way to Holland. The noticable difference was that we lost the signs we were following but found many other signs. The problem was we had no idea where they went.

It was a gorgeous warm sunny day as we cycled thru fields and beside the sea.

There was a bit of war junk lying around this region too.

We caught the ferry to vassss and this was a nice little town setting up for a festival. Bars with sofas lined the streets and the sweet smell of marijuana wafted around.

As it was a such a stunning day we decided to camp. We had our showers and were just about to start cooking our dinner when out of nowhere a thunder storm appeared.

Giant droplets of rain forced us to dive for cover in our little tent.  Thunder and lightening was all around as we huddled together for comfort, frightened by the flashes and immediate rumble of thunder overhead and only a chocolate bar for dinner. (Ok, I was scared stiff and Mike was secretly enjoying it).