And I made it! Zandvoort is “zee” end

After another three trains I arrived in Zandvoort in the Netherlands, my final stop on this trip. I’m completely and utterly knackered, but I made it. Hoorah!

The seaside resort is only 30 km from Amsterdam and can be reached directly by train (twice an hour). It’s like Brighton without the pebbly beach or Blackpool without the pleasure beach. It’s cold and windy, like England, and people are wrapped up in beach towels and jackets, trying to make the most of their vacation at the seaside. The braver folks (read crazy) lay out in their bathing suits hoping to catch the tiny slither of sunshine fighting to break through the clouds.

I walked into the town center (all of two minutes away from The Best Western), passed the rows of houses advertising available rooms–and the magic mushroom shop–and picked up a little punnet of freshly caught and fried cod (more food…) being sold on the sea front.

Sitting on one of the benches overlooking the rough, frigid sea, I celebrated my accomplishment of completing Europe On An Alphabet. I sat alone and watched the kite surfers jumping up and through the waves. Seagulls screached above and dog shit dotted the pavement.

Well, I made it. A bit of an anti-climax but nonetheless.

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