Follow the Leader

He seemed to know what he was doing, so I followed the bike in front as we left the ferry. He was the confident type, walking to the front of the ferry so he didn't have to wait until all the cars had disembarked and we'd sucked in all their fumes. I liked his approach.

I figured that he knew where he was going and that could only be Rotterdam- where else was there from Hoek van Holland ferry terminal?

So I trailed him - the yellow vest in the distance - through the suburban streets. He was heading north which seemed peculiar but then he knew better than me. That is until he popped into a petrol station- probably to buy a map. Which meant that I had to ride on past so as not to raise suspicions of stalking. Now I was on my own

But it all turned out fine. It may not have been the road To Rotterdam that I would have chosen but then it did take me away from the river with its blasting wind. A good choice. I should thank him. Wherever he is now.