From Ransdorp to Holysloot

Femke did not have enough taste of the ice yet... so after I lubricated her skates with a special ingredient, I am a Bear believer, she went on her way.

The woman in the distance just left her friend behind after we asked her about the ice quality in the direction she is going now. "It was fine!" she replied, glancing over to her boy friend trying to sit down at the snowy banks, "He couldn't cut it, so we had to come back.". Yep... she was wearing pants. "Don't take off your skates, if you want coco!" she sneered towards her boyfriend who was by now undoing his laces, and then she went off again... leaving the poor bastard to die in the cold.

The tiny dot on the mid left... Femke.

I had to travel the audacious icy distance to Holysloot as well... by car... which is not to be taken lightly! Carefully operating the climate control, cherry picking the mp3's from the stick, keeping my eyes open for a photo opportunity or a Glühwein stand... it is quiet easy to hit a kluner.

I know... it looks like Bob Ross gone wild!