Tag: Hiking in The Netherlands

Walking the Floris V. Again?

The Cedar Journal May 28, 2023

Yesterday I walked a section of the Floris V Pad, again! Now, I finished the 245km hike from Amsterdam to Bergen op Zoom. I didn’t and won’t hike the entire Floris V Pad again!

AWCA Floris V Hike

The real reason (may this be a lesson to all those who share stories) is that I shared my Floris V hike story with a group of American women expats and I was asked to lead the first section of the hike through Amsterdam for a group. That was December 2022.

Learn more about the AWCA … https://awca.nl/about-us

As things go it was a bit of a rocky start on the planning side, but finally a date was set, published, and slowly people started signing up to attend.

There are about 300 American women who belong to this group in Amsterdam, with a few of us who reside outside the city but make the monthly trek into the big city for either coffee with our fellow American’s or to attend one of these many scheduled activities.

A diverse group from all sorts of backgrounds makes each get together interesting as we all have stories of how we ended up here, how long we have stayed, why we have stayed, and how varied our Dutch speaking skills have matured as we have lived here.

Yesterday, we had eleven members signed up for the hike. I mentally walked through how I could manage that number of people the night prior. Where the best places are to stop, possible bathroom breaks, places to get snacks. Planning for a group is different than if I was planning just for a hike alone.

My backpack had extra water, food, first aid kit, the layers of clothes for the Dutch weather (thank goodness the forecast didn’t include rain), and extra shoes.

Hubby, did a bit of a chuckle at the extra shoes and asked if I had ever hiked with extra shoes in my 245km trek?

Well, no! But, they are packed anyway!

Again the trip to get to the start of the trail is almost as much of an adventure as doing the hike.

I planned in detail my train schedule and arrival time,only to stand an extra 15 mins on the train platform due to some sort of train delay.

Being a long holiday weekend here in The Netherlands, the train was packed full, dumping people at the airport and picking up more luggage laden passengers heading into Amsterdam.

Disembarking, those same deer in the headlight luggage hauling passengers inched their way to the exit, while those of us who live here pushed to the front in the “we know what we are doing, get out of our way” pace.

Once outside Central Station, which that sight has never gotten old for me even after 17 years of living here, I quickly jumped to the opposite side of the street out of the crowds and headed towards our “meeting place” in front of the war memorial at the Dam Square.

The funny thing is, every tour group in the World meets at the Dam Square. Soon it was clear to me that this “meet up place” might be challenging. I didn’t know most the fellow hikers.

Once we all finally gathered (we were six out of 11 who signed up) we headed out.

Again, looking for the LAW white and red stickers that mark the trail path was a challenge (note to self, contact the national group and let them know they need some more stickers placed in a logical eye level areas).

Interested in hiking the Floris V Pad? You can get information from the following site. Floris V Pad

As with any hiking there always seems to be detours on the route. This one had a bridge over one of the canals closed and I quickly made a detour. One of the ladies on the hike pointed out that our detour took us right to the Amsterdam Memorial. This newly dedicated memorial features bricks with the names of Amsterdam citizens who were taken to and murdered in the concentration camps of WWII.

Thousands of bricks…

This was one of several walls of bricks both sides of the walls are covered with bricks in alphabetical order of the citizens who were murdered.

Read about my first Floris V hike in Amsterdam, Amsterdam

As we continued the hike towards our endpoint of Diemen. We walked along the Amstel River and enjoyed watching people out enjoying the beautiful weather. This part of Amsterdam is so different from the tourist trap of Dam Square, a true residential area filled with city gardens, house boats, benches for the locals to enjoy the river front. High end hotels (where we stopped in to admire the interior).

The interior The Amstel Hotel, Amsterdam.

When we approached the last part of the hike we watched the local rowing teams practice on the canal. A coach was riding up and down the path we were hiking yelling instructions to the rowers on the canal. Some of us wondered how many of the rowers might have had late night indulges of alcohol making the rowing a bit of a struggle. Hiking alongside we could make up any story.

I passed some poppies growing, I plucked 5 for some of my fallen buddies to toss in the canal as we made our way to the last few hundred meters.

In memory of all those who served with me who fell serving their country.

I didn’t mention to anyone in the group why I tossed the poppies or what it meant to me, a small prayer of thanks to those military members and their families on this Memorial Day weekend, who I served with in all three war zones and my 21+ years of service.

At the end of the hike we each parted ways to head back to Amsterdam or home. With experiences to share with family and friends and hopefully a new insight of how to view Amsterdam.

I did find a couple of Hummm… along this hike.

Hummm… interesting, I did leave a message, I will have to check and see if it inspired a song.😳

Hummm… hope they find what they are looking for, I have found mine!❤️😊

Floris V Pad- Dordrecht to Strijensas Day 1

The Cedar Journal May 8, 2022

This blog is a bit late… I completed this section of the Floris V in late April…No excuse for publishing late only that sometimes it is hard to get a blog to flow…

Last week (end of April 🤨) was the first time since last August 2021 that I had hiked on the Floris V Pad heading towards my goal and end point Bergen op Zoom. I have taken my own sweet time in hiking this trail, not on purpose or by design, just that life sometimes interferes with what I want to accomplish. (Guess that can also be said for writing a blog!)

The Floris V Pad up to this point was fairly easy to get to my start and stop points by public transport. This section is getting more challenging to use bus or train, this is a less populated area of The Netherlands.

This time I asked for transport help from the Hubby. He volunteered (yeah, right… you think he had a real choice?) to get me to and from my start and stop points for two days while we camped in the Biesbosch National Park.

You think he had an easy job?

I think not… but let me get started before I jump ahead of my story.

At this point I had completed 158 km of my total goal to reach 245km. In August 2021 I had stopped just outside the De Elzen nature area. So this is where I started.

Checking my map just as I started. Maybe a bit of hiking anxiety?

My plan was to hike to a small industrial area close to the Kiltunnel (a long large traffic and pedestrian tunnel that goes under the Dordtsche Kil River). A nice restaurant where the Hubby could meet me and we could have a celebration coffee.

Hiking this nature park was a wonderful way to start this hike.

I started hearing birds everywhere in the canopy of the trees.

The birds were very happy to see me and sang as I hiked.

The air was cool and the sky a crystal blue above the trees. I saw only two other people while inside the nature park. After dodging people for the past two years during COVID (even when hiking in this densely populated country) I was so glad to be hiking alone in nature.

Not sure what these plants are but they looked like rhubarb and were only in one part of the park.

At my 3 km point I turned left to leave the park.

The first Floris V Pad sticker of the day.

The trial now started to incline, here that means I was climbing a small dike and soon I saw that there was even a bigger dike on my left. The trail was now a roadway, hot, long, with the occasional pair of +65 cyclists speeding by me on electric bikes. That did very little for my enthusiasm for continuing the hike but I didn’t want to throw in the white flag and stop. Yes, I did want to do that, but I convinced myself I needed to keep moving.

If it looks like a hill in this part of the country it usually is only a dike to hold out the river.

Flat farmland surrounded me, except for the dike. I could see Dordrecht in the distance.

I finally came to a small wooded area with some shade and stopped for a drink of water. Luckily, there were two very busy birders. You might know the kind, two pair of binoculars, scanning the trees, fields, looking very intense. I asked what birds they had seen and they rattled off a list of Dutch bird names that made my head spin. I offered the De Elzen nature park as a possible next location to them and they happily thanked me, jumped into their car and headed in the direction I had just hiked.

These are the interesting interactions I love about hiking. These are real people with real passionate hobbies who are willing to be just who they are, down to earth and friendly with a fellow outdoor person.

The trail now was on top of another dike so I was looking over flat farmland. Tractors were speeding through the fields, kicking up dust. It seemed that it was awfully dry. I was getting hot, the pavement was hot and I was just looking for the next bunch of trees to be a bit cooler.

For those readers who remember my Hummm…blog from April that is when on this hike I started seeing American post boxes. I did think maybe I was starting to hallucinate, so I started taking pictures of each one I saw, just to make sure…I was still in my right mind.

One of the Dutch mailboxes along this same stretch of my hike.

Now I had to cross a railroad track.

The universe thought I needed to stop, for a train.

Heading now into a very industrial area the hike provided little in the way of scenery. Large logistical buildings lined my route towards the river front.

I was finally approaching my end point and hopefully a cup of coffee in celebration. I texted the Hubby and my motivation was killed as he texted back that the restaurant where he was sitting was closed. Oh my!

Last part of the hike for Day 1. The Dordtsche Kil River on the left.

When I arrived at the link up location the Hubby informed me of his less than enthusiastic adventure of dodging construction just to get to my location. If he only knew what was to come on day 2…

Day 1 hike total 9 km.

Floris V Pad – Dordrecht -Part One

The Cedar Journal August 16, 2021

I am now more than half way complete with this Floris V Pad hike to my endpoint of Bergen op Zoom. I started this 19 km section from the train station Sliedrecht Baanhoek making it a slightly longer hike. My last hike went into Papendrecht and ended at the former apartment of my in-laws. (here).

The Hubby was my transport to and from this section of my hiking experience. The Hubby deserves a very special accommodation for all the extra out of the way trips he has made for me during this trek to finish the Floris V Pad. Maybe a nice dinner?😊

I am using AllTrails app to track my routes recently.

This hike was one of my personal best for distance as I hiked 15 km. Mostly I am only able to hike 10 km. I also didn’t have many options of trail exit if my body decided to stop my hike early. I know many of my readers think I am endlessly adventurous and that I must be in great shape. The reality is much different. My body has suffered many injuries from my old professional career that can make it a challenge some days to complete my adventures. Yet, I keep pushing on.

My start on a bike path. This path goes over the Beneden Merwede River.

Looking back at Papendrecht from the bridge as I cross the Beneden Merwede River

Getting from my start point in Sliedrecht to the Dordrecht start point on the other side of the Wantij River I had to cross a train/bike bridge over the Beneden Merwede River. When I started up this long bike path/train bridge I forgot about the train also shared the bridge. As I was taking the above picture of Papendrecht, my heart rate was accelerated several beats (I am sure those were hearts beats I should be saving) as a train suddenly zoomed by!

After regaining a normal heart rate (this took less time than I thought it would) I continued to hike towards the next bridge. First, I was entertained by the early morning golfing community as the trail skirted a huge golf course. I could hear the chink of golf balls being hit and the collective “ahhh” and “ohhh no!” of the golfers. I kept my eyes peeled for any golf ball that would hit me on my hiking path. Luckily I was saved from such an experience.

I came to the bridge that would finally get me to the start point.

The blue bike bridge over the Wantij River

Once again I am amazed by the amount of information at these crossings. Count the number of signs. This is the start point for the Dordrecht Floris V Pad section.

Now I was on a high dike that protects the entire river island of Dordrecht. Actually, there are a series of dikes that protect this area that has maintained a respectful ages old symbiosis with the intersections of the three main rivers that head towards the North Sea. The Oude Maas, Beneden Merwede, and the Nieuwe Merwede.

The landscape inside the Dordrecht dike system from the top of the dike.

Once again on this hike I took a detour (which was longer) as I headed off the dike and into the farmland. The shade of the large trees and the views of the large farms were worth the extra kilometers I walked.

I very welcoming table at a farm along my new route.

I was almost to the water ferry boat that takes people across the Nieuw Merwede River to the Biesbosch National Park. The sun was starting to heat things up and I was glad to have the nice shade.

Almost to the ferry boat landing. These beautiful trees provided a nice shade for walking.

I stopped at the picnic tables at the ferry boat landing and pulled out my thermos of hot water for coffee. I sat and watched as the crowd of bikes and autos gathered to wait for the ferry. Many of the cyclists were on vacation and were loaded with all their gear and talking to each other about their recent adventures.

The ferry boat heading towards the landing to pick up more autos and cycling vacationers.

One of my fellow bloggers asked me recently if I ever see any other hikers on my hikes. That was a great question! Thanks “B”!

Yes, I often see other people mostly out for a short walk on the trail, but seldom do I see anyone hiking the entire Floris V Pad or hiking it in sections like I am doing. I have only met two people hiking the entire Floris V Pad since I started in 2018. Both have been recently.

I do not take pictures of people hiking as I want to respect their privacy.

On this hike, I met Floris V Pad section hiker, Jan. I passed Jan (Jan is a common male Dutch name) as I started my hike on the dike. I saw he had the tell tale Floris V Pad book in his hands. A great opening for starting a conversation, so I asked if he was hiking it.

“Yes” he answered. He was heading to the 19km end point for this section at the Dordrecht Kilt tunnel.

Not wanting to hold him up or interfere with his hike I wished him luck as I quickly went in my way.

I stopped to make my decision to take a different path and saw that Jan went in the opposite direction, along the dike. As he had told me where his end point goal for the day would be I knew I might meet him again along the way.

As I sat at the ferry launch drinking my coffee, I looked to see if he would pass me. I didn’t see him.

I started my journey once again as the path skirts the river. A huge dike was on my right that was also a sheep pasture.

The Floris V Pad route along the river with the dike/sheep pasture on the right.

This ewe came to see if I had a bucket of feed. I admit…I made her think I was a farmer with a feed bucket.

These pasture sheep were not fooled by my calling them to the fence for a treat. The lead ewe informed the others I was just another whacked out hiker.

This part of the trail has several alternative routes into the marshy woods that run along the river. As I stepped off the bike path to take the alternate route I saw that the recent rains had made the path more of a challenge. I wasn’t up for the muddy hiker experience and turned back to the bike trail.

As I did, I saw Jan lumbering down the trail in front of me. Now I put it in my head to hike faster and pass him again. The trail turned slightly to the left and I lost Jan. The trail was empty and my sudden motivation to walk faster now disappeared. It wasn’t long before I found what happened to Jan. He was sitting on a bench off to the side when I finally caught up to him. I stopped and talked to him about his hiking experience. I really enjoyed the short exchange of about on our time on this trail. We also exchanged information about other trails we have hiked or are on our “to do lists”.

The funny thing is, he seemed very happy just relaxing and I wanted to get moving as I knew my body was already close to calling it a day. That was about the 11.5 km point in my hike.

I said my good bye to Jan and started moving towards what my new end point for the day would be. A small restaurant.

The dike now separated me from the river as the trail headed back towards Dordrecht.

The middle of the day heat was starting to break me down as I walked along the now flat and open pasture/farmfield land. I looked behind me and saw that Jan was not far behind on the trail. I put it in my head to keep going and to keep ahead of him.

I got to a good point on the trail close to the restaurant and checked my map. As I looked back to the trail I just walked Jan was just a few feet behind me. He came up alongside and confirmed that the trail went to the left. I admitted that I was going straight to the restaurant along the road to have lunch and get a ride.

I watched as he entered a wooded area and disappeared and wondered if I would see him again and concluded I most likely would not. It was nice to have met another section hiker, but as in life, we pass through sometimes only to be encouraged or to encourage others along our journey and then move on down the trail.

The Hubby came to the restaurant and we had a nice lunch and then headed off to complete the number of other tasks in our personal lives that day.

Floris V Pad – Oud Alblas to Papenrecht

The Cedar Journal August 9, 2021

Section by section I am getting closer to the finish mark of Bergen op Zoom.

Transport to the start point this time was the Hubby. I didn’t have a clear plan on where the trail would lead me. The initial plan was to hike the trail all the way to Dordrecht where the next noted official section of the Floris V Pad starts. The universe and my body had different plans on how this day would ultimately play out.

My route once I completed the hike for the day

The morning was cool and the sky was clear. I started the hike that took me through more farmland of the Alblasserwaard.

The trail start point for the day, just outside of Oud Alblas.

This farmland trail had older windmills (one has been converted into a modern house) with an active water pumping station. I could hear the station pumping as I made my way along the trail.

The brick building is the pumping station.

As I approached the modern (windmill) house I started to notice artwork along my path. Then a gate that opened into a beautiful cottage garden. I took my time finding all the treasures hidden within the garden.

A homemade sign that made it clear the trail direction. The modern windmill house in the distance.

This artwork was keeping a close eye on something in the distance.

This art was an interesting find in the garden.

It was time to move on. Out of the garden, through a gate, and into a very long field, with no indicators where the trail existed. I checked the map and walked a straight line through the field. While I was hiking through the field I noticed that the canal water was moving at a good speed, most likely caused by the pumping station.

Looking back on the field I just walked.

Canals never seem to have moving water, but today I was lucky to capture.

I walked a short section through a forest area then crossed a busy road intersection that shuttles traffic between Papendrecht and Schoonhoven. Once across the traffic intersection I was instantly inside the beautiful Alblasserwaard forest.

I still think that trees planted by man all in rows is strange, but large trees are always beautiful.

This trail now took me along tree and shrub lined trails, zig zagging through the forest. Birds singing in the canopy and insects of all sorts busy on flowers.

Some of the insects enjoying the flowers.

Somewhere around this time, I got off track of the actual Floris V Pad. Before I actually realized I was off course, I was almost on the outskirts of Papendrecht. Instead of back tracking, I just changed my plans. I texted the Hubby that I would meet him at the apartment building where he was waiting for a truck to haul off the last of his parents items.

I think this was my wrong turn, but I couldn’t resist the path less travelled.

Crossing the busy A15 highway as I hike into Papendrecht.

I observed this other kind of “art” as I came across the bridge and into town. Seems a singer from Minnesota might have had influence on these artists.

A good spot for a short water break in Papendrecht.

Now I made my own trail as I wandered through the town. Papendrecht is not a small town and you really realize that when you are on foot. I walked through new housing areas and areas where time seemed to have stood still. The changes are reflected in the buildings architecture.

One of the older buildings along my route.

As I got closer to my destination I was suddenly rewarded with a new visual treat.

This small guy was waving from his balcony!

He had an entire tree community!

All of this made me smile and was well worth the trail diversion.

As I walked down the street, I found another tree community. This time there were two damsels waving at me from their perch. I am guessing they are huge Formula 1 fans, from the banner they sported from the balcony.

Soon another balcony came into view. The Hubby waited and waved to me as I made my way along the road.

The Hubby waiting for me on the fourth floor.

A lone hiker (on the left – me) making her way along the Noord River in Papendrecht. *photo credit Hubby*

Floris V Pad Stats –

Oud Alblas to Papendrecht- 8.8 km

Total to date hiked – 143.0 km

Total to Bergen op Zoom – 102.0 km

Floris V Pad- Kinderdijk to Oud Alblas

The Cedar Journal August 6, 2021

This route of the Floris V Pad in sections is getting harder for me to remain motivated. The path is getting further away from the house and the areas are a bit of a challenge to reach via public transport. But, I keep going and I am encouraged and even inspired by some of my blog readers who have commented how much they enjoy reading about these hikes, so thank you!

On this section of the Floris V Pad, I almost skipped since I have visited the Kinderdijk enough times over the years. Hiking my way through tons of tourist is just not my thing even in normal times. In the last year I have become even more paranoid about crowds. You can read about our other adventures pre COVID time at Kinderdijk here and here.

This time I decided since the Hubby was working night shift for four straight days, I would head out on my bike for my first solo adventure since the start of the 2020 pandemic. The last time I was alone on a vacation was January 2020 when I travelled to Georgia, read about that here.

Taking public transport has gotten to be more of a hassle since the pandemic. Not only must you wear a mask at all times while on public transport here in The Netherlands, this summer you must also register your bike on the exact train schedule you plan on taking. That cramps my style and flexibility so for me it was a hassle to be set into a time slot on the train.

My plan was to “camp” out for a few days at my in-laws empty apartment. I didn’t need a ton of gear but still I had to plan like I was camping. Load my bike with all the gear and head off to the train station.

Train to Dordrecht via Rotterdam → Water bus to Papenrecht.

I had a luxury empty apartment for “camping.” A wonderful view of the Dordrecht church tower and the three major river routes that pass close to the apartment. Plus, I didn’t have to contend with a tent, other campers, or a silent virus creeping up on me in the night.

Camping? Best camping conditions I have ever experienced!

Cooking with a view of the Dordrecht church tower in the distance.

The next morning it was time to get serious about knocking out this section of the Floris V, but to get there, I first had to get to the public transport in Papendrecht. Can I add those kilometers to my total?

Green is my route via bike from Dordrecht train station, Orange is my route in the morning of my hike via a walk to the public transport in Papendrecht, Yellow is my hiking route through Kinderdijk and the Albasserwaard. The last orange arrowed line is the hike back to Oud Alblas and then the bus back to Papendrecht.

As I made my way through the towns of Papendrecht and then Alblasserdam, I looked at the cloud cover and wondered if I was going to be hiking in the rain today.

Once I stepped off the bus at the Kinderdijk entrance, I was surprised and a bit shocked to see I had the entire place to myself. Granted it was 08:00 in the morning, but still on a normal summer day it would be filled with foreign tourists. It felt strange to have the entire place to myself. The only other soul was a Dutch women who had camped in her camper in the parking lot overnight. She was busy sorting through her camping items and getting ready to move to her next location.

The water pumps at Kinderdijk moving water from Alblasserwaard to the Lek River

The first thing I noticed at the entrance was that there was a huge construction project. The pumping station that pumps water out of the polder and up into the Lek River is being upgraded. Another change is that the Kinderdijk visitor center and gift shop had been updated with a new building. The visitor center now has a huge observation deck on the roof. These are changes that have occurred in the last four years, the time of my last visit here.

One of the changes that I think most people welcome at this World UNESCO site. No Drones…

There were also changes in walking paths along the canal and I think it must help with the over crowing of this site during a normal tourist year. I enjoyed the quiet as hiked this familiar area with no tourists to interfere with my enjoyment.

The windmills on the right of the canal as I hiked

The windmills on the left side as I hiked through Kinderdijk.

The overcast skies still looked threatening but I knew I had keep moving. After a short break at a park bench for a quick snack, I started hiking on a real foot path through the polder along the Kinderdijk canal.

Over the fence and continue on the foot path

This foot path feels isolated but is not far from the tourist area of Kinderdijk.

On my hike two sections ago, here, I talked about walking through the field of cow manure, now It was a footpath (sheep path) of sheep manure. I have to admit that the backdrop of the Alblas windmill was breathtaking.

I climbed over two more fences and crossed over a bridge. Across a road and then back to a foot path that made me feel like I was the only person who had been on this trail in a very long time. The trail was lined with willow trees with a small canal on either side giving it a very isolated feel as I hiked along.

This path now looks like this for several kilometers.

I came to a junction in the trail where I encountered a women with two rather large German Shepherd dogs. We had a short chat and then I sat for short rest. I was joined by a butterfly who stayed still enough for me to capture it with my camera.

The path between the canals ended in a farm field with almost no indication where the trail continued. A quick check of my map, I found I hadn’t lost my way. Soon I found a gate with a marker that eased my fears of being lost. But, the gate was locked! Now, I had to figure out how to get around the gate without falling into the canal. I tested the support beam to make sure it was stable and swung around the end of the gate. I get the feeling that the undefined trail and the gate lock was a friendly reminder to those hiking the trail that we are only visitors on this trail.

The locked gate. Climbing over this one didn’t seem like much of a option. Swinging around the edge worked.

The trail now became a very long dirt driveway heading to a blacktop road. The wind started to pick up and I started to think that the rain would come at any minute.

Once I got to the blacktop road, I was now hiking on a road I had biked several times in the year we camped at Oud Alblas, I noted the changes big and small to the houses as I hiked.

Then it was a turn to my left, back into the flat farmland, another small footpath. Now, I could see the Oud Alblas church tower in the distance and knew I was almost at the end of this hike for the day. Would I make it to the end before the rain? My feet moved a bit faster through the long grassy trail.

The point in the trail just outside Oud Alblas that first inspired me to hike this trail four years ago. Now, this point marks more than half way point to Bergan op Zoom where I will finish this hike.

Making it to the point outside Oud Alblas where I was first inspired to hike the Floris V Pad four years ago felt like a huge achievement. Now, more than half way to my end point in Bergan op Zoom I wanted to celebrate! Saddly, this spot is pretty much in the middle of nowhere. I checked the bus schedule and saw that I had a bit of walk to get to the bus stop in Oud Alblas. Maybe I would have time for a coffee celebration at a local restaurant.

I made my way into town and saw that fours years had also brought changes to this small town. My favorite pastier was now gone (out of business I am sure due to COVID). I waited at the bus stop and the very small village bus, run by a volunteer, picked me up heading in the opposite way from Papendrecht. She invited me to ride the entire route with her but I had other ideas, a stop at one of my favorite restaurants for a coffee. She dropped me off at the restruant and told me she would be back on this route in an hour heading into Papendrecht. All I needed to do was flagged her with my arms and she would stop for me. Perfect!

The view from my outdoor seating at De Kom restaurant.

Feeling guilty of my coffee indulgence, I started walking back to Oud Alblas. The rain still threaten to fall but now the wind started to make the trees sing a warning. I stopped, got my rain jacket out of the backpack, and on just as the sky opened up, dumping buckets of water. When I made it to the bus stop in Oud Alblas, I was soaked.

The rain I had been lucky enough to dodge all morning finally caught me!

The bus appeared and the driver was happy to see me again although she noted that the weather had changed a little bit. When I got to Papendrecht I still had about 2 km walk to the apartment in my soaked gear. I think the universe knew I needed encouragement as I found two painted rocks along my route.

Happy to be back at the “camping” apartment, I ended the day with air drying all my gear.

Floris V Pad STATS:

This hike from Kinderdijk to Oud Alblas- 10 km

The prior hike from Streefkerk to Kinderdijk -10 km

Total to date- 134.5 km

Total to complete – 110 km