By this time in our European adventure--for adventure it most certainly was--we were seasoned bus riders. We got in and got out (mostly) punctually, didn't litter the corridor of the bus (too much), and weren't too loud (except when we were).
But one thing we were really, really good at was looking out of windows. The German autobahn, while not quite as daredevil as most people think, is surrounded by green fields, rolling hills or the banks of a river. As I woke up from my second nap of the day, I glanced at my watch: still hours to go. Cows roamed the fields around us, little streams ran past square looking houses... Wait.
After a long debate, it was confirmed. Thanks to the EU's minimal border controls, we had rolled straight into Holland without being any the wiser.
Several hours later, something much more obvious was staring us in the face: the ocean. After nine months of living inland, smelling the air of the North Sea was like taking a long drink.
To find out where we went in our magical bus next, check back tomorrow!
- ▼ June (6)