Our hotel in Enkhuizen had it's challenges, it was far too warm, with there being a 20 degree difference between the hall and the room. By necessity the window was open as the night progressed the chimes from the nearby church, ringing every hour were happy to visit us. It was nice to be on our way to discover the north of Holland.It was a short smooth sail from Enkhuizen to Stavoren.
It is like Quebec is to Canada. These people have their own language, pride of culture, a previous desire to separate and drive much faster. They fly their own flag without flying the National flag, every boat has the Freisland flag. The architecture is different and all of the farmhouses front on the road and then the fields spread behind them.
Most have barns attached so they are never far from their livestock.
Along the way there were some interesting sites.
Like little old lady from Stavoren with her poufball dog on the back of her bike, and the horse drawn buggy reminiscent of the Amish of Pennsylvania, who in fact had their roots in this country.
As we cycled it was obvious that this lush farmland was essentially below sea level, a fact that I found most worrisome, most of our cycling mates had not noticed or were not worried.
Our home for the next 2 days was to be in St Nyk, the rooms were cool, no chimes to be heard, some sleep deprivation to be corrected!
Our hotel in Enkhuizen had it's challenges, it was far too warm, with there being a 20 degree difference between the hall and the room. By necessity the window was open as the night progressed the chimes from the nearby church, ringing every hour were happy to visit us. It was nice to be on our way to discover the north of Holland.It was a short smooth sail from Enkhuizen to Stavoren.
It is like Quebec is to Canada. These people have their own language, pride of culture, a previous desire to separate and drive much faster. They fly their own flag without flying the National flag, every boat has the Freisland flag. The architecture is different and all of the farmhouses front on the road and then the fields spread behind them.
Most have barns attached so they are never far from their livestock.
Along the way there were some interesting sites.
Like little old lady from Stavoren with her poufball dog on the back of her bike, and the horse drawn buggy reminiscent of the Amish of Pennsylvania, who in fact had their roots in this country.
As we cycled it was obvious that this lush farmland was essentially below sea level, a fact that I found most worrisome, most of our cycling mates had not noticed or were not worried.
Our home for the next 2 days was to be in St Nyk, the rooms were cool, no chimes to be heard, some sleep deprivation to be corrected!
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