It's the unexpected changes that always work out to be the best.
Matt and I had planned on driving right from Amsterdam — which was a little disappointing, but more on that later — through to Dusseldorf in one afternoon, but some impressively slow traffic as we left Amsterdam meant it was close to 5 and we still hadn't crossed the border.
We pulled off the motorway and into Arnhem, the first town we came across. That we made it all is due mostly to the catch-all approach to sign-posting highway exits for towns in Europe, which in this case involved signs indicating that Arnhem was both ahead, to the left and to the right at consecutive intersections.
Much the same can be said for campgrounds: to be honest, we're not sure if Arnhem has three campgrounds or just one with every possible route clearly labeled. Sometimes twice.
Our circular orbit slowly spiraled in to the campsite, which to my surprise was actually among the best we've enjoyed so far on the Hilarity. Mostly because of the location, which was right in the middle of some beautiful forest, but also the zen-like quietness of the campsite. Including us there were three tents, separated from the caravans by a tall hedge and backing onto the forest.
And what a forest.
Uhm, yeah. That's a horse. The horse and Matt didn't get along so well.
We ended up staying two nights -- and both mornings I woke up and wandered around the tracks until a polite hour to make sure Matt was awake and (mostly) conscious.
