Three stops too early

I wrote the previous blog entry in Dutch. It's not perfect Dutch but it's a try. In English it has to do more or less with getting off the boat before home. This is where I landed that day. It's a little village by the river. Anyway, what was funny is that it had been a long day's work and I was thirsty.

I rode the boat off, the dike up, then below was a bar. A bar with a big terrace, but it's Autumn and cold so the terrace is empty. As I came on the grounds a double door opened and a man stood there to let me in. Inside, someone put a cold beer in my hand as though my thoughts had traveled over water and found their partner in realization.