Not a sign in sight to point me the way to the border. I decide to ask a pedestrian; ‘How do I get to Mexico?’. He shows me the way and within minutes I pass by a short traffic jam waiting for their turn with customs, still, not a sign around. No ‘Goodbye’, no ‘Visit again’, no ‘Have a great trip’, no stars and stripes, no police. Nothing! Does Trump believe that he can keep ‘his people’ within the U.S. borders just by hiding all evidence of there being borders? Interesting..
Rob: “Die Drenthe 200, is dat wat voor jou?”
Otto: “Als jij je inschrijft ga ik zeker!”
Dit gelegenheidsduo leerde elkaar kennen in de voorbereiding van de Waddenoversteek naar Terschelling die ze samen met Robbert Rutgrink op prototype Santos fatbikes succesvol volbrachten.
"I'm an Arab on a Santos!
Greetings from Oman, home looks closer from here ;)"
*PANG KLANG YEEHAAAAA*
in other words: I’M BACK!
Recharged, rested, motivated, happy! Wild awake! Two weeks of non-stop camping, vast empty landscapes of steppe and desert, away from ‘civilization’, sun on my face and a book instead of my laptop; that turned out to be the recipe to regain my power, my pill.