Distance: 65.59 miles

Time: 5:38:21

Average Speed: 11.6 mph

Elevation Gain: 201 feet

Sitting eating dinner at a picnic table, outside the barn in the campsite, one of the site’s other inhabitants sat down on a chair behind me – at the doorway to the barn – smoking tobacco, and tried to engage me in conversation, in Dutch. With me having little to offer in that regard, the man seemed to get frustrated and walked off, before returning shortly after to try again.

Eventually, with communication proving problematic, he pointed to the wispy grey clouds overhead and gave his head a little shake, before heading off in the direction of his tent. Wait a minute, what about the clouds?! I found out soon enough.

Two hours later the two of us were cowering in the barn, as a torrential downpour battered off the corrugated roofing, bright flashes of lightning bursting through the skylights.

The man pointed at my watch, wanting to know the time. Flashing the screen in front of him, I could see it read 22:30. A puzzled look came over the man’s face, half twaalf, he said, before quickly correcting himself, half elf, he said with an air of satisfaction. It was my turn to look puzzled, in German elf was 11, surely it would be the same here? A quick Google search furnished me with the surprising conclusion, in Dutch it was half elf, half before 11.

The storm having blown through during the night, the new day brought with it blue skies, and a stiff breeze restored to antagonistic status.

I made the short journey along to the local Co’op to pick up some milk to have with the remains of the granola that I’d been carrying for the last few days, before getting back underway on the silky smooth cycle-path, past the Lutten water tower, and through the trees at Stegeren, before crossing the Vechte river, in Ommen, and turning down the lovely riverside path, past De Konijnenbelt windmill, and beautifully positioned campgrounds – across the river from the town.

With optimism, I left Ommen, hoping to make it the 17 miles to Zwolle, before stopping again. So much for that, when not 4 miles gone by, ominous clouds formed in the sky. The rain came down quickly, and hastened me in, to Herberg De Klomp, in Vilsteren, for lunch on a whim.

Sated by the ham and cheese crepe with sugar syrup on top, I pushed on, making it through Zwolle as quickly as I could, despite the super-complicated cycle network trying to throw me off track: deliberating at the bottom of a bridge, as to whether I was to cycle over the bridge or go through the tunnel – which started alongside – I finally decided on taking the bridge before realising that they both finished at the same spot, anyway.

Once over the Katerveer II bridge, I took the road to Oldebroek, before turning north towards the lovely little town of Elburg, with its moat and city walls dating back to the 13th century.

If I would have been satisfied with 50 miles for the day, I’d surely have turned back to the campsite that I’d just seen outside the town and wandered into one of these bustling bars on these old cobbled streets, but the forecast was rain, and now the sun shone, so I supposed I’d better make hay, before the rain came along.

Luckily, the campsite in Lelystad had had the courtesy to provide the reception opening hours on their website, so I had until 8 o’clock, it was 10 past 6 now, and it was 17 miles to go. A 66 mile day, with a headwind to boot, that would do nicely, and even better, because I’d now be within 40 miles of Amsterdam. I’d have cycled from one great city of bikes, to another.

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