The next day, back yet again on the Amsterdam Rijnkanaal, now south of Utrecht. Last time I made this journey I stuck to the LF-7, which veers away from the canal and goes through the town of Nieuwegein, before arriving at the Lek River. This time I'll stick to the canal, or actually a branch of it, the Lekkanaal which feeds into the Lek, then follow the river's north bank to the ferry to Vianen, then proceed down the LF.
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Ferry cross the Lek |
(original date of this entry: Sept 15, 2014)
Overcast morning, cool and breezy. It ought to warm up. I have that blissful sensation that I get early in a long cycling journey, a taste of freedom and adventure. All my doubts seem to dissolve and I realize that ultimately this is what I'm doing here.
Now south of Vianen, I stop along the banks of the Merwede, just below kp 5. Unlike last time, when I headed due south of Vianen, I instead took the LF-7 which parallels that route to the west, a lovely cruise along a dike. It is the start of the second leg of the journey, following the river's meanders to Gorinchem: 18km, piece of cake.
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Vianen, first village in South Holland |
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Meerkerk |
At the bank of a creek with a layer of light green detritus atop the surface of the water like a crust. On the other side families pushing strollers stop for a chat. This must be Nieuwland. They part and as one group passes me, the dad comments, "
Heerlijk weer, nee? Prachtig." And I nod, yes, it is a pretty day. Nice of him to include me in his town, which appears to be a busy crossroads for traffic to Leerdam (6km), Gorinchem (10km) and Utrecht (29km--the distance I've traveled so far today). Leerdam is
where Alice and I detoured to get dinner since we had somehow bypassed Meerkerk. I don't see how we could've missed it, It was just the other side of the river. I just stopped there to have a look: a windmill, pleasure boats moored along a canal, middle-aged couples determinedly sunning themselves. Not much in the town but one
eetcafé at a crossroads, an absurdly tall water tower and a drinking water fountain. Though quaint and pretty, Holland's small towns feel so empty.
Continued ...
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Along the approach to Gorinchem. |
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