We finished up our breakfast (the usual big pitcher of juice, fried egg,
coffee, rolls, etc.), said good bye to our host, then headed to the VVV
to get a map for the next part of our route. The VVV didn't have the map
we wanted, so we rode over to the ANWB at the train station, but there were
no maps there, either. Without a detailed map, and through an on-and-off
drizzle, we headed East on a scenic route toward Utrecht. The ride was easy,
through flat countryside, and the weather got nicer as we rode.
Since we had a relatively short ride to Utrecht, we stopped in Oudewater
to see a big church I remembered reading about. We found the VVV (there
are signs to the VVV offices when one enters a town) and got a map of the
area between Gouda and Utrecht (f7.95), then rode over to the church, but
it was closed because of some big event - camera crews were setting up outside
the church when we arrived. The VVV office had recommended a scenic route
on back roads which we took, stopping along the way to eat the fruit we
had purchased in Oudewater (f3.90). The back road route was indeed very
good, with little to no traffic. We eventually reconnected with a bike path
and arrived at the VVV office in Utrecht about 2 PM.
Now we had a problem. There was some big field hockey tournament in town
and everything was booked solid. The VVV office found us some rooms for
about f250.00 per night, and we debated between paying that or heading East
to Amserfoort, about 20 miles away. I called the tourist office there, but
only got a list of numbers that I could call to try to find a vacancy. Since
I had used up the phone card in calling the tourist office, I decided that
I would give the VVV office another try before buying another card and calling
the places in Amserfoort.
The people in the VVV office were very helpful, but they had no pensions
or Bed and Breakfast establishments on their list, only hotels, which
were expensive. After discussing options with the lady in the office for
a long time, she did spot a hotel, the Het Vetchtse Park, at the
very bottom of her list that had no indication of whether or not it had
any vacancies. A phone call by the office did confirm there was a vacancy,
and the price was much better (f115.00 plus tax plus VVV booking fee =
f124.00). The hotel must not have paid to join the Chamber of Commerce
or something., to end up where it was on the list of available hotels.
After buying a phone card (f10), taking the address and directions with
us we found the hotel a few kilometers north of downtown (maybe it had vacancies
since it was some distance from activities). The hotel looked to be a old
converted mansion, sitting on the river, on a large wooded lot, next to
a park. It looked better than many higher priced hotels. It even had a large,
wide staircase to the upper level.
After resting up a bit, we hopped on the bikes, sans panniers, and headed
for town to eat. The road we took into town proper was lined with what
looked like low-income housing developments. Without the weight of the
panniers, I felt like I could really haul, and we got into town very quickly.
I did feel somewhat conspicuous in town, since I wore my helmet everywhere
(Matt seldom wears anything but a baseball cap), but what the heck, who
cares what people think.
We strolled along what looks much like the San Antonio River Walk, picked
out a place after looking at several menus, and ordered Mexican food. We
almost got up and left after a half-hour because no one had come to take
our order. As we were preparing to leave, we were caught by the hostess
and persuaded to stay with a bribe of a free beer. The dinner, when it did
come, was not bad (f50.00). After dinner, we walked around the town a little
bit, took some pictures, extracted some money from an ATM machine, then
about 9 PM (still light out) returned to our hotel to write notes, plan
our route for the next day and wash some clothes.
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