Day 68: Beller Express
As I mentioned in yesterday’s blog post, my mum and sister came to Den Haag to say good bye before we left for the US. Nora, being the sports person she is, did not come alone, but brought her race bike with her. That meant we had to use the nice weather in the evening to get the first training session in!
Coming from a succsesful museum (for her) and US embassy day for me, we took the train home after walking through Amsterdam. Nice coincidence was that as we were strolling through the ever-busy streets of NOT the Dutch capital, I randomly found that we were next to a restaurant we wanted to have dinner at on Thursday. The place looked rather good, so I popped in and made the reservation on the spot (spoiler: we did not regret it).
Nora and I decided to do a quick loop to Leiden and back before dinner was ready at home. And, wow, can Nora ride a bike! Not only did she sit well in my wind shade, but she also did strong pulls at the front. I think in the mountains, I would stand no chance.
Well, good thing we are in the Netherlands.
On the way, we were overtaken by an older gentleman on a race bike with aero bars. As we were thinking he would pull away, I was able to smoothly close the gap and hold the group together. He was not too talkative, though.
Tot zo,
