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On Friday afternoon, after preparing Mekicevica for the weekend, I planned to drive to Middelharnis to leave the car and return to Bruinisse on a little commuter bike. Easier said than done. The weather forecast was spot on and it was chucking down as I drove through unfamiliar roads. It didn't help that I also forgot to bring a map or a GPS. After what seemed like hours navigating the most complex one-way system ever conceived by human mind, I finally came to a long-term car park.
Finding the way back was not much easier. Judging from the indifferent looks of the local residents, it seems that a dude in oilskins and sailing boots riding a commuter bike in pouring down rain and passing the same street several times is nothing unusual around here.
I finally recognized the little harbour of Battenord, on the NE side of the Grevelingenmeer, and my troubles seemed over. Than I had a flat tyre. The last 6km were hard pedaling with a flat. Apparently, a dude in oilskins and sailing boots riding a commuter bike with a flat tyre in pouring down rain is also not unusual around here.
I finally recognized the little harbour of Battenord, on the NE side of the Grevelingenmeer, and my troubles seemed over. Than I had a flat tyre. The last 6km were hard pedaling with a flat. Apparently, a dude in oilskins and sailing boots riding a commuter bike with a flat tyre in pouring down rain is also not unusual around here.