It hurts. My legs hurt. My feet hurt. In the afternoon it starts hurting inside as well. I have not prepared well enough, not enough kilometres in my legs. ‘Luckily’ it is a cool day with a strong wind in my back. Luckily at the end of this I am with Evita and Andre in their home in Vlaardingen.
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