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In September 1992 I rode across the Netherlands on my bicycle, Marchant I. Cycling across the Netherlands is fun because it's flat. It's also picturesque, fruity and a good place to satisfy a quick lust, as you can see from the photos I took.
My hotel room in 's-Hertogenbosch was frequented by Beelzebub, judging by the sign on the electric-razor socket.
The
country
is
full
of
strange
traffic
signs.
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