(original date of this entry: June 9, 2015)
The landscape of Groningen province appears to be a great nothingness. Endless flat fields of crops punctuated by the occasional ditch or pony. But enough people do live up here to have a regular train line. I'm bound for Uithuizen...
|Hogeland, Groningen province|
It wasn't too difficult to rectify my error and head for Uithuizen (outhouses?). Quick ride from the station to Menkemaborg after chatting with the VVV woman about wadlopen (mudflat walking) and had a look at the old manor house with its carved oak matelpieces, gold damask bedspreads and men's shell collection.
|Kosher butcher, Warfum|
I took the train two towns west to Warfum, mainly to see the 'open-air museum,' a historical recreation of an old Groningen village, with gardens between little houses. Most interesting to me was the Kosher butcher shop of villager Abe Markus, with an original set of knives.
|'t Zielhoes, Noordpolderzijl|
Johannes Rocier, remember thy name. Thanks to his help, a journey that would've been a drag turned into pure joy. Somewhere south of Garnwerd my rear wheel started making an awful noise. Johannes came to my rescue with the proper wrench so I could soar into Groningen soundlessly. Continued ...