Some of the two wheeled intelligencia soaking up the sun at Assen, we fitted right on in!
We enjoyed the racing and the atmosphere but less so the traffic jams trying to get out of the area. We headed west, to the wild west, to Friesland where we were greeted by two friends who had a spare room for us in a glorius rural setting in the country, just a stone's throw from the Afsluitdijk, the incredible dyke which runs across the Zuiderzee for some 30km! As a boy growing up we told a somewhat fantastic story of Peter and the Dyke, back then I never imagined that I would visit the Netherlands one day and actually see a dyke first hand.