The journey was a hard one, not sure why though, perhaps the beer the night before, perhaps the north west wind, perhaps the lazy day before, whatever the cycle was very hard and I was relieved to find the campsite.
Stayed for an extra day in Hannover to do some chores and some shopping I needed, planned to visit some museums too. It turned out though that Monday is a museum holiday in Germany!
Breakfasted in McDonalds and looked around Hamelin and visited the museum, then headed back to campsite to pack.
Lots of hills, took a short cut to get to the Weser valley and follwed this to Hamelin.
I arrived in Hamelin, to discover a festival in progress which was a nice welcome.
Camped on a island in the river, watched live music and enjoyed the local beer at the festival until 22:30 when I slept.
Not much happened this day - 100km and crossed from the netherlands to Germany. It is not mentioned in my diary, but I think my chain broke on this day too.
In the morning I set off on my bike to find Ruud & Marleen's boat and have a look around. The boat was an old cargo boat and they had a plan to convert it slowly over two years into a house boat, so far they were 6 months into the plan. Had a really great time with the pair of them and enjoyed their company. When it was time for me to go I found it hard to get away as Ruud kept finding things in the boat that he thought I ought to have in my bags for the rest of my journey.
I have nothing in my diary about the places on my journey this day, all I have are notes about the actual day. The 30th April in The Netherlands has always been a holiday to celebrate the Queen's birthday - Queens Day* and it is basically a national party.
First job of the morning after leaving my hosts house was to find somewhere to buy them some wine which I left on their front door step before carrying on my journey.
My diary has a few notes about the things I did in Leuvern that weekend, but not much about my trip from Belgium into The Netherlands, so this entry might be brief.
Nice uneventful cycle from Bruges to Gent in the morning. I remember my arrival in Gent very well though, the place just looked like a fairy tale. (I must find the picture I took). Cobbled streets, a cobbled bridge and lots of medieval houses and 3 huge gothic churches.