Sailing back to school
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Days 37-39

Visiting Vlieland and getting a free shower

28.4 km
02:26
11.6 km/h (avg)
33.2 km/h (max)

I stayed 3 days on Vlieland to recover, explore and enjoy. The shower in the marina were not free, but the weather decided to help out while I was out and cycling…

First things first: sleep and rest. After the 29h of solo-sailing, I slept until rather late, had a lazy morning, played some music in the evening and the only thing I did all day was to prepare a massive salad.

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The neighbours that were coming from Scotland left in the late afternoon to do the last leg of their journey with the tide. I had German neighbours on the other side that were super nice, and we started talking about sailing, Vlieland, music, etc.

The next day I went for a tour of Vlieland by bike. It started all good and pleasant: delightful landscape, goats, some hills and sea buckthorn.

I then took a turn to cross to the other side of the island. There too, the landscape was magical, the path goes in some sort of meadow/marches with tiny hills. They look almost dropped there between the inland height and the big sand dunes that protect it from the sea breeze and the bad weather.

Speaking of bad weather, while I was in the middle of nowhere cycling, a massive downpour started and accompanied me for quite a while. I was soaked through and through and my poor bike was covered in wet sand, dirt, and whatnot. Enough to make you think of bike-vacations in Bretagne from when I was a young kid.

I did not manage to find a shelter while the rain was going on and on and on but soaked for soaked I went swimming for a little bit, before heading back to the boat.

A nice pedestrian street in Vlieland-Oost

Goats

Low tide showing all the sandbanks in the bay.

The path on the south coast occasionally passes through some nice woods.

You know you've reached the Netherlands when there are bicycles everywhere.

Marches

Sea bukthorn!

Crossing south to north

View from the top of a small sand dune.

This is the part between the sand dunes on the left and the hills of the islands on the right (not on the picture).

Looking back and the path already cycled.

Another sand dune.

And let's cycle again

The rain caught up with me

Soaked…

My poor bike.

The next day I walked to the entrance of the harbour

When there is a big tidal stream, you really need to aim away from the entrance to managed to be pushed in straight in.