Bulletin the Fifth. Sustrans - eat your heart out. And a special guest appearance.
On Sunday I decided to do part of the 'Rondje Eindhoven' route around the town where I live.
At the start of the route I was faffing around with my gears and dawdling along the middle of the cycle path,
when Dutch Granny shouted something at me and left me in the dust. More later.
Some time into the route I came across a cycle road. A road. Wide as a British road, two lanes, and a footpath beside it.
Street lighting and everything. Straight as a die and must have been over a mile long.
Sorry for lack of image posting skillz.
Later on I came across this beauty, parallel to a motorway.
Sustrans, just take your toys and go home. In the UK this would be called a Greenway, go behind a manky row of shops and finish in a car park behind the bins.
And now an appearance by our special guest.
Scum: Goedeavond Dutch Granny
Granny: Hoi Schoom
Granny: Schoom - nice Dutch name
Scum: Nee Granny. I am Scottish
Granny: Aha! I see now why the tartan skirt. I just thought you were a transvestite.
Which is OK. We are very liberal in the Netherlands. But that kilt... it must be bad for the saddle sores.
Do you mind if I have a little look underneath?
Scum: Granny!
Scum: Granny, when I was on the Rondje Eindhoven bike path, you shouted something at me. What was that?
Granny: Well Schoom. Lets just say that was some un-Granny like language. You won't be learning that in your Dutch class
Scum: Goodnight Granny
Granny: Goodnight Schoom