Crossing Borders
The other day I crossed my second international border by bicycle. It’s really not that exciting in the EU. There’s no one waiting at the border to stamp my passport while I trackstand. I was really hoping to do that. But this time it was on a dirt road and I wasn’t even sure exactly where the border was, but then all of a sudden the road signs change language and everyone is driving a Mercedes. Here are some shots from my ride from Arnhem, The Netherlands to Dusseldorf, Germany (where I then cheated and caught the train to Berlin)
