Yesterday I went out fora n easy and relaxed trike tride. Left a bit later than I planned (5:20 am) but is was still nice and quiet on the road. Some of the crossing on the N62 road were closed resulting in quite a hectic weekend in my village of Westdorpe due to heavy traffic. So I decided to ride the country roads and went east to greet the rising sun should the clouds give way.
Riding the road to nowhere
can take you anywhere
and holds surprises everywhere
As some of you might know by now, I am from Zeelandic Flanders or Zeeuws-Vlaanderen. And proud of it! A beautiful part of The Netherlands (just!) Shielded by the Western Skeldt (Westerschelde) on the north, Belgium border on the south and divided into two by the channel from Gent to Terneuzen (or from Terneuzen to Gent if you so desire. 😉
It’s an area with history, several dialects, beautiful scenery (photo’s of which I’ll post with my cycling and walking posts) and proud people. Who often tend to be more Flemish than dutch, despite the lyrics in the anthem. We also have an everlasting love / hate relationship with the Belgians and the dutch and even the Germans! 😛
This week hasn't been a very good one. I've been sniffling since last weekend, but last Tuesday, on my way to work, I stopped to fill up my car and I started sweating all over while shaking on my legs. So I rested a bit a the gas station and went back to see the doctor. She confirmed my suspicion that is was the flu. Advice was to stay at home and rest