Sunday

We met two cyclists from Geleen. Like us, they had left early to be out of the area again, because it would be closed at 10 am.
They told us that we didn't belong to be there either, because we don't speak the dialect.
It turns out that speaking the dialect is divisive for refusing someone in the area. I ask you!
I didn't like the bikers.

We followed the 'borders' of our area, until the chain of Bert's bike snapped. We had to walk a long way, to a high point where the road descends into our village.