Here we were at the end of our trip and we were both silent, digesting it all. What could have we done differently or how is it possibly nearly over and what just happened? Time had moved fast on us both and we were moving even faster towards the Hook of Holland which really meant the end of this amazing trip. Of course, we had some days to look forward to riding in the UK, but they would be quick and we wouldn’t be far from our final destination. We both knew that leaving Europe on the ferry would be the change, the crossover between the end of our trip and the start of our new life living in the UK.

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We made every attempt to soak up the detail of the final few days. But the reality was, that we longed for South East Asia and the Kazakh steppes. The bikes paths of Holland were wonderful, but they weren’t very challenging. No one looked at us strangely, we were just another cyclist, albeit with a few extra bags. We didn’t turn heads, or receive hellos anymore, and we were finishing up. It felt like the last day of school, we didn’t really belong here anymore.

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And then all of a sudden there it was, there we were. At the ferry that would take us across to Harwich in the UK. But before we boarded this monstrosity, we rode on towards the beach to see the Hook itself. Just on sunset it was a great way to contemplate the enormity of our trip behind us and look towards the future where we would settle down in a new land and discover new things.

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