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Run Amok We waited out the worse of the storm in a bus shelter. Near the end it rained so hard that the pumps in the sewers couldn't keep up (below sea level, water doesn't drain too quickly). Muddy water accumulated along the curb. We waited forty-five minutes in the shelter without being splashed, then just as we set out two cars in a row hit the standing curb water and soaked us. I may not have been drier if I had ridden, but I would have been cleaner. A young woman stopped to assist us with directions. We wanted the road through the forest where we planned to camp. A youth hostel was on the map for the same road. We pointed to the hostel and said we wanted to go there. We rarely told people we camped in the woods after receiving many admonishments about bad people running amok through the forest -- and it was illegal to free camp in the Netherlands. "The Youth Hostel? That's stupid," she said. "Why don't you just camp in the woods?" Maybe she thought youth hostels were poor places to stay since so many bad people ran amok through them? |
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