We've witnessed two arrests since arriving the the nederlands and both suspects have gone out in style. Yesterday's installment, mid afternoon near the centre of town. Reasonable looking fellow, screaming, yelling whilst two of Maastricht's finest are trying to pin him down over about five minutes. The whole street stops as about 100 people all walk over for a captain cook, some capturing the precious moment on the mobile.
A trip to Utrecht to see the and the river of my name was in vain, the combination of rain and our lack of orienteering skills were the culprits. The day was saved by a traditional Dutch meal at Floor and Rene's, serving red cabbage and sauerkraut based meals with a traditional sausage, French wine, and a premium hoegaarden.
On a tangent, the beer I have tasted in sensational. Largers, witte (white / wheat), cheery, cloudy (pale), local beers, beers brewed by monks, local beers, special hoegaarden. Fantastic. Oddly, you could not find a Heinekin in Maastricht to save yourself. The locals all consider Stella Artois to be a bit of a wife beater.
Last couple of days have been spent cycling through the Dutch countryside where the closest thing to a hill is a speed bump; walking through the Castel of Eijsden; strolling through the markets; and having dinner with friends and family. Roske, Paul, and Lika have kindly given us several old photo's of my Mum, Dad, Oma and Opa, and the great grand parents.
It'll be a sad day heading to Spain tomorrow leaving friends and family who have thoroughly spoiled us. We have even basked in the untypical Dutch sunishine :)
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