Living in a chalet above the town of Leysin, Lucky my host was living a little different to most people I know. Our most valuable currency is time, and he decided instead of trading it for a paycheck he'd instead spend it on pursuits he deeply valued...
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With my Swiss Christmas in the rear vision mirror, it was time to get my new winter tyres on the bike and hit the road. Winter riding is best done with burly friends, and my new friends were Bud and Nate – 4.8 and 3.8 inches of fat bike grip...
Departing from Aachen, I was to continue following the European long distance path (#8) heading south before arching east to the Rhine River. For all the research I do at times on where to go and what to see, this time I decided I would follow the path in front of me and see what materialised on my horizon.
From the land of bike lanes to the land of endless forests, ah yes the ride from Holland to Germany was a beautiful one. I had almost completely forgotten what a hill looked and felt like till I found them having crossed over the border. As much as I love Holland’s bike infrastructure and boy do they have it figured out, my steed and soul were craving adventure.
With Belgium in my rear view mirror, it was time to cross the undivine region of the Netherlands. As the Dutch say, "God created the earth, but the Dutch created the Netherlands". Improving weather, fantastic hosts, thickly wooded forests and grass lands which made for surreal riding - it was to all to exceed my expectations.