After 2 ‘luxurious’ nights sleeping in a nice soft bed, it was time to hit the road again. But first, I had to get another map, this time I thought the Michelin driving map for north Belgium would be useful. The day before, Bee Suan had taken me to a ANWB travel shop to look for a cycling map that I could use to get me across the Belgian border at least.

I finally got one that covered the whole of Netherlands. It wasn’t detailed but it did show all the numbers of the cycling routes, or rather numbered points that a cyclist simply plans ahead and follows them accordingly. My plan today was also to ride a little bit of the 6,000km North Sea Cycle Route along the northern coast of  Netherlands.

And so more number-hunting today. It took me a little while to get out of Delft but once I did, it was quite simple, and I finally followed the numbers and made it to Massluis to take the short ferry ride across to Rozenburg.

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Why there’s no need to hurry when cycling in Holland

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The town of Maasluis, where I would take a ferry across to Brielle

 

Maassluis

 

I finally found the cycle route sign I was looking for — the LF1A, the North Sea Cycle Route, a 6,000km route that covered the coasts of about 6 countries that faced the North Sea

By now, I was quite used to friendly people coming up to talk to me, but today, it would turn out to be a very interesting acquaintance indeed, and it started when I was on the ferry.

83 year-old Dutchman Albert Willemsen was a kindred spirit. He had actually just decided that very morning that he was going to do a 2-day ride from his home to Middleburg and from there, take a train home. He lived not too far from Delft and was coincidentally going in the same direction as me.

It was only a 10-minute crossing and we only managed the usual pleasantries, but as we were disembarking, Albert came up to me and said he would like ride with me a bit and that perhaps later we could have coffee and cakes at Brielle, the next town on our list. I happily agreed to some company. It would turn to be more than just a pleasant break from solo riding.

Albert Willemsen, my new-found friend

Albert rides on very decent equipment — check out the Tubus front and rear racks

At Brielle, he made sure to tell me that I was his guest as we sat al fresco at a table outside a café next to a canal. So far, everything seemed to be going perfectly — the sun was shining gloriously, the wind was behind our backs and here I was having coffee with an interesting Dutchman.

Albert’s story unfolded as we enjoyed the cappuccinos and cakes. Mine had a big dollop of fresh cream. He had fought in the Indonesian war of independence in 1946 in Java and was stationed there for 2 years. On my part, I could only marvel at the fact that at 83, he was still so feisty in his outlook on life. I mean, even a 1-day ride like this would beyond most 80 year-olds I know.

The town of Brielle

The cafe where we stopped for coffee …

next to a canal, and basking in the warm sun

being served coffee and cakes

mine had a huge dollop of fresh cream…Albert said he couldn’t handle it

Neither his children nor his wife shared his passion for cycling. How sad for a European, I thought. I guessed he just wanted some company to liven up his otherwise simple existence. Amazingly, we never stopped chatting throughout the ride. There are a lot of things one can learn from old people, and one of them is never to take life for granted. He was this sagely old man who, by our standards, was way over the hill … some would simply be biding their time until death released them from this world.

But Albert clearly loved life and was not letting any of it go to waste, and he lived life as each day came.

‘I look into the mirror and I see a very old man’ he remarked.

Well, all I can only say is that at 83, I too, would still want to be touring and, when meeting up with ‘young’ adventurers like me, be ready to dish out some sagely advice about life.

At one point, we rode on top of a massive dyke connecting 2 islands

The sluice gates of the dyke that controlled the flow of water to and from the sea.

I was really glad I met Albert. At we passed a junction, he asked me if I would like to detour to a ‘romantic path through the dunes’. Would I? Of course, I would. How could I pass up on anything that resembled a route that was off-the-beaten track?

The scenery changed to mostly sandy dunes and brush.

Then we came upon cyclists stopping by the road picking berries. ‘Raspberries’ said Albert when I asked about it. ‘Would you like to try some?’ Fresh raspberries off the branch? This was just too good to be true. I stopped and started picking off some ripe raspberries, pricking myself in the process. They’re not exactly sweet, just fresh and tart-tasting, but flavoursome. Most people who picked them made jam out of it.

Picking and eating raspberries

Raspberries are black in colour when ripe

As we ambled along, enjoying the wind behind our backs, we came upon a sign that said ‘mossels’, or mussels in English.

‘Fresh ones, not cooked’ Albert explained. Apparently this part of Netherlands was famous for its mussels and even the Belgians came from across the border to enjoy them.

As we reached Oudorp, Albert’s destination for the day, he asked if I would like to have some mussels for lunch. ‘Mussels and beer,’ Albert said with a twinkle in his eye ‘were made for each other’.

He also hastened to add that ‘You’re my guest today, ok?’ And that was that.

Today was definitely one of the best days of the trip so far.

We rolled into a café that had a sign for fresh mussels and Albert proceeded to order lunch – 1 pot of mussels each, fries, salad, a bread basket and a tasty Belgian beer each. The mussels came in a small pot cooked with some onions. It was simple and it was absolutely the best mussels I had ever tasted.

Lunch at Oudorp

Belgian beers are are excellent

One pot of fresh mussels each

accompanied by a bread basket,

and salad

After lunch, it was time to part ways; Albert to his B&B for the night and I, to whatever town I came to at sunset. Albert insisted on showing me the way out of town and when we came to the junction, I was actually sad at seeing him go.

‘Good luck, and God bless you’ he said as he turned his bicycle around and slowly headed back to Oudorp.

As he rode off into the distance, I remembered a little banner in Bee Suan’s house that proclaimed an Irish Blessing:

May the road rise to meet you
May the wind be always at your back
May the sun shine warm upon your face,
and the rains fall soft upon your fields
and until we meet again,
may God hold you in the palm of His hand

Well, I was certainly blessed today. I rode on alone, and into the wind for a little while as I turned east before the next junction.

Albert and I parted ways on this dune

Pretty soon, I would cross another wind-blown dyke.

How windy? I was doing an effortless 34kph!

At around 6.30pm, as the sun began to dip into the horizon, I decided to stop at the next decent-looking campsite (and there were plenty along this route). By this time, all campsite offices were closed but the general rule is, if you arrive late, you simply find a proper space to pitch your tent for the night and the next morning, you just go to the office to register and pay.

The village of Renesse

This is a REAL camp, as authentic as a camp can be 🙂

Mine was the solitary tent in the camping field.

And so, at the tiny village of Renesse, I simply rode into a campsite and pitched up my tent in a big empty field (I was the only tent there, the rest were all mobile homes). It was a very quiet campsite and I saw very few people about. Definitely no marijuana-induced parties here. After a simple dinner, I hunkered down for the night while the wind was still blowing strongly.

The tent was flapping lightly all night long … it was a very cold wind.

Tomorrow, I cross the border into Belgium, and the medieval city of Brugge in Belgium.

Postscript:
Albert, if you’re reading this, please write to me through the comment page here. The email address you gave was not correct…that’s why you never heard from me after we parted ways.

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Distance today:: 80km
Distance to date:: 621km

Playback today’s ride at Garmin Connect

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One thought on “Day 12, 16 Sep, Delft to Renesse, meeting an ‘old’ friend

  1. No, I am not Albert !lol
    I reckon meeting someone like Albert is like striking TOTO, Bringing you to beautiful route that only the local would know. The mussels come in pot! woooo…that bonus!

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