Breakfast in Belgium, Lunch in Holland and Dinner in Germany

That was our day yesterday, pretty cool.
The night before was our first night of wild camping, we spotted a nice looking field and knocked on door of the nearest house. An old woman answered who didn't speak a word of english. Eventually, after a lot of hand signaling and pointing to the backs of our cycling jerseys, she understood that we would quite like to camp in the field, but instead she let us sleep in the garden.
Last night, we stayed in an exceedingly overpriced hostel so that we could visit the bike shop (amateur cyclist George crashed into me yesterday resulting in a broken mudguard and bent wheel. He also won't stop farting and burping - big ones). So, now we're chilling out in the bike shop office as the rain beats down outside. We plan to get to Kolblenz today, but it's looking unlikely as we're waiting for my bike to be fixed, and George's to have a service. We will do our best.