Back to Ijmuiden

So, the final days's cycling down the back roads and including one hand operated ferry. The ferry was on the opposite bank and we were about to wind it across (it's on a chain) when a cyclist got on at the other side and she cawed it over. But she didn't get off - she cawed us back over and refused any help - just pointing at her muscles. And then off she cycled. We need more women like this.
And we finally had a haring brodje for lunch. It had to be done.
[F had disappeared at this point - he cycled round the long way]