Netherlands Radio Station
I arrived in The Netherlands hungover and running on no sleep, after my one nap was interrupted by the attempted theft of my bags from the train. I walked through the rain to Bert's apartment, where he handed me a sleeping bag, hammock, paniers and a bicycle. We then biked nearly 200km over the next two days. In this photo, Bert has stopped to look at a World War 1 era radio building, long since abandoned, in the middle of a wide park.