I set off under blue skies this morning, but the wind was up and blowing against me so I knew I was in for a long day. There was more truth in that thought than I knew at the time: I stopped for breakfast at a bakery and had ate a cold pizza, it didn’t agree with me at all. I felt awful on the bike all morning, I felt like vomiting and my legs felt like lead. I kept going though, but progress was slow – not only did I feel rough and have the wind against me, but navigation was as difficult as ever. The bike lanes did not follow the roads than closely over the first few miles today, so I kept on having to stop to make sure I was still going in the right direction. I met a teacher on the way to class early in the day, and he was so thrilled by my trip he said he’d make it the subject of his assembly – I reckon he wasn’t prepared and was glad to has found something to talk about!
I skirted Eindhoven this morning, before turning south and crossing into Belgium. Shortly after entering the country I stopped for a break, far earlier than I would have normally have done – it did me a world of good, and I felt much stronger when I got back on the bike. Towards the end of the day I finally left the urban sprawl behind me and enjoyed a more rural landscape. Plus the flats of the last few days started to give way to hills – far more tiring, but infinitely more interesting. I hadn’t seen a campsite since entering Belgium, and had resolved to wild camp when I saw a sign for one. There was no-one in the reception and the showers had no hot water – but it still beats wild camping.