It was cloudy weather but here and there some sunlight was used. Frankly, the train journey had made me a little tired because I gave a huge yawn. The other hiker next to me was called Wolf and came from Duiven, that I remember from the previous trip at Wageningen. His long legs were no longer a new appearance for me as well as his beard that could be clearly described as stubble. Another thirties with glasses and thick legs walked first a bit looking around on the empty platform and finally found us next to the ticket machine in the guardhouse. Behind the guard house was a small store that was unfortunately closed on this Sunday morning. At eleven o'clock the appointment was to leave together from the ticket machine, to a place that could indicate winters and with a wind instrument. The latter was not really important, but winter spoke for itself.

We walked across the small industrial estate that contained a number of square-like factories with well-known brands as the name of the company. Of course, that was not important now, but the pasture that found out because it was extremely light green. Nothing special you would think, but the sound of a barking dog made our ears tip to take a look to the right where an empty doghouse was set up next to a big house. Exciting it was not to mention, because the dog was further at the back of the house.

At the path of earth and sand it suddenly became asphalt, but not to enter the built-up area. Along the house it went temporarily to the left and then to explore a grassy path with an angled bend. On the right back there was still the same house, this time with the rear yard that looked messy and unkempt. Wolf was busy talking without his complicated GPS, which he had temporarily turned off and hung behind his back from the hanging cord. At least, I thought he was talking, because the mumbling with Annemarie was very much like a secret plot. As if the leader wants to tell a spy something exciting that won't betray it to the rest of the attendees.

After half an hour it came to a halt at a closed bike shop. Coincidentally, after the murmur with Wolf, Annemarie explained that here she had her custom bike inspected by the mechanics, one of which was more common than a second. That was clear to me, because I thought the bike shop looked small, but the yard behind it probably contained more two-wheelers and custom parts for bicycles. That we stood still was not to look at a closed bike shop, but because Wolf had received a hectic phone call. The ticket machine next to the guardhouse was missing a person who was still not there. Wolf spoke audibly with difficulty to the cell phone where on the other side of the line someone was talking restlessly. Wolf had not turned on the phone's speaker, but the voice on the other side of the line sounded wild. “Yes, and now we are standing next to a closed bike shop with only our walking legs” Wolf said. After a few minutes, Wolf put his cell phone back in his pocket and breathed a sigh in the mouth. “Hey, what a weird woman with that so-called Chinese accent, that's happened to me before. He obviously slept in for too long.” The whole group took a look at Wolf and then turned their back to the closed bike shop. Walking was more important now and Wolf's phone call would be discussed during this trip. And even that last one wasn't sure yet.


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