My friend told me about the cycling routes with numbers. The first time I tried, I failed. I didn’t understand the working of the routes, and I didn’t know where to start. He helped me out to go on a bike tour with me. Just a little one, because my stamina was terrible. After 2 kilometers, I was as red as a tomato.
I started to bike more often after this tour; I even began to like it as I became fitter and better. I took my daughter along on a scavenger hunt, finding all the numbers. The surprises on the tour were playing at a water playground and eating icecreams in Delft.
Because I became better and the summer holiday was about to start, my psychical therapist advised me to go on a cycling holiday. Good for me and also for my daughter after a difficult period.
I had never been on a cycling holiday. So I had to make a lot of preparations, which my friend helped me with. The day before our holiday we had a little accident. We went to the water playground. On the way, we made a stop. A lady who hadn’t see us drove with full speed on the back of my daughter. Because of my injured leg, I wasn’t able to move quickly enough to help her. She had many scratches, bruises, and a bleeding wound on her ankle.
She didn’t want to go on holiday by bike anymore. When I made arrangements to go to Duinrell, she changed her mind. This was one of her great wishes. I thought a holiday close near home would be an escape if one of us didn’t manage the tour. It was also an opportunity to get home instantly. And we could move further as well, in case cycling went well.
