One one more year. It is now 2017 (as you will
know) and the plan is to get to Hungary, in two stages. The first,
in Germany from Hitzacker to Hof near the Czech frontier, and the
second on to Bratislava and a bit into Hungary. Return to London in
between, so plenty of train travel! We are trying to cover more each
year, and if possible to finish next year. This is partly because of
feeling older - will we last out? - and partly because we are
wondering if visa-free travel for UK people may come to an end soon.
We have European passports now, and more to the point European Health
Insurance Cards (EHIC's), but for how long?
Mind you, when it comes to Brexit and our travels in the rest of the
EU so far, we have experienced sympathy more than anything else. As
we get older the the
EHIC will almost certainly matter more as we
can expect other travel insurance becoming
harder to get and much more expensive.
Anyway, now it is the one month on the first
sector. This is being written in Delft on
the way to Hitzacker. We booked train tickets for the journey out
months ago, at Munich railway station for the sector from Hook of
Holland to Hitzacker. No problem then, but
I then booked the return journey from Hof sometime later by phone
from German railways in London and they
could not book us as far as Hook of Holland, but only to Rotterdam.
I did not smell a rat at this stage, but went on to enquire
of Dutch railways who told me that the railway to Hook from
Rotterdam had been closed, to re-do it as part of the
Rotterdam tram system. When I remarked about booking the outward
journey with DB (German railways) she said they probably were not
informed of this until later. Somehow, it seemed a very casual,
very Dutch reply. There is now only
a bus, and that does not take bikes. We would not have time to cycle
from the ferry at the Hook to Rotterdam to make the connection, so we
rescheduled to a day earlier from London and for the ferry, and
reckoned to spend a night in the Netherlands.
And that is why traveled
through Delft.. We left home the previous
night after the usual efforts at home to
get various other jobs that would have waited a month, done. Some
success, but not everything! We took a train to Harwich, had a night
on the ferry and then cycled to Delft, a distance of about 22km, and
put up our tent in a campsite there. We
saw an excellent museum with an exhibition
of re-assembled broken pottery excavated an Jingdezhen in China,
where anything made for the Emperor he did not like was trashed, and
they are now doing archeology to recover it. Then a
bit about the connection of Chinese and Delft pottery. Then a
two-church crawl and remembering some of the history around William
the Silent, as we Poms call him. In between, I had a bit of a bike
wreck, in the form of (a) the chain snapping, twice, (b) replacing it
with a another and (c) since the new chain continually jumped (as one
expects) getting the gear cassette changed at very efficient,
somewhat expensive, establishment. Better to have this happen in a
town in the Netherlands than in remote parts of central Germany.
Better still to spot the trouble before starting the journey .... Oh
well.
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The last three paragraphs were
written in the Netherlands, in a campsite in Delft. We had been
given a limited amount of internet capacity, but just as I finished
it, and some of the more to come, the limit came to an end and it
will have to wait until I next get internet access. Whenever this
gets sent, it will probably be followed by another post.
In Delft, we got my (Tom's) bike repaired, after a chain failure, though only one of these, saw the place, saw interesting stuff in the prinshof museum. I have little photographic evidence for this, though something about a shoe repairer who seemed to have given up
In Delft, we got my (Tom's) bike repaired, after a chain failure, though only one of these, saw the place, saw interesting stuff in the prinshof museum. I have little photographic evidence for this, though something about a shoe repairer who seemed to have given up
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