Stepping in a steaming, fresh dog turd with bare feet, repeatedly

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Today was shite.. really shite.. in cycle touring terms, today was like stepping in a steaming, fresh dog turd with bare feet, repeatedly.

2hrs riding around lost before I finally started making progress.. then the riding was just crud.. just didn’t feel like it.. I finally found a sign to Rotterdam after crossing a couple of rivers by “punt”. I had lunch (more burgers and chips.. bleh!) and started again, this time with the ipod going My legs felt good, I felt good, it was just an awesome feeling and I rode pretty hard..

Of course then it all fell apart again as I spent another 2 hours in Rotterdam trying to find the friggin hostel.. only to find, after

asking 20 people for directions, it was closed on Mondays!!!!

So, I went to another, more expensive hostel, elsewhere which only took 30min to get lost looking for and then find.. so it was like 60k distance and I managed to do it in 99.93 kay.. notice the number of the beast in there again? 🙂

Yeah, 100k, 6 friggin’ hours and an average of something pathetic like 17kph because 4 hours of the riding was spent dawdling around trying to get unlost..

2 shoarmas for dinner and now I’m going to see if the hostel bar is still serving! Need it!

7 thoughts on “Stepping in a steaming, fresh dog turd with bare feet, repeatedly”

  1. Ah… you should have followed your inner guide and stayed at the previous place my friend! Do you know why planes get trapped in the Burmuda triangle? It’s because they want to. Think about it…

  2. It wasn’t the riding that was crud, it’s only that you got a little lost that’s all. It came together later, so no worries – be happy! Getting lost is just taking the scenic route! (Rob’s back at base, all good after latest exercise.)

  3. Ant:

    Yes, I should’ve.

    Mum:

    A little lost? 4 hours is not "a little", even for me! Oh, hey look I’d be happy if I was lost and taking the scenic route (as I did the other day getting to Utrecht) but this was 2 hours spent doing circles around the ‘burbs or riding up and down the inner city of Rotten damn asking anyone I saw where this frickin’ street was.. only to find it was closed. That is NOT fun, no matter what spin you want to put on it.

    It’s my blog and I’ll cry if I want to.. cry if I want to.. 😛

    Back at base, as in, back in Oz?

  4. Ok, I was just trying to cheer you up but you obviously wanted to be miserable at the time. Yeh, R back in T’ville resting.

  5. And let’s face it, some days ARE just shite! You’re allowed to have one occasionally.

  7. Remember – without the bad, we do not appreciate the good. So bad days make the good…um… gooderer, and hence bad days are therefore good.

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