...while the next stage is planned.

Rianne, during one of the rare moments of relaxation.

How strong is the lonely cyclist? Rather strong, it would seem.

We escape the bloody camping after a not-so-bad night and go for another day of rowing. But, again, not much news to tell. Some technical data: 206,65 km total, average 26,6 km/h, maximum 82,8 km/h, trip time: 7 hours and 45 minutes.

The evening is much more interesting. Because we've cleared the mountains and because Derk has only 60 kilometres tomorrow, he is allowed for the first time in weeks to drink a nice glass of red wine! OK, the wine turned to be not so good, but who cares after so many days of complete deprivation?

A moment's rest.