Aachen, Germany
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 u...