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Imagine yourself in a small castle, let's say for three persons, but you share it only with your sister who is the same size you are. 
Try to visualize a moat in front of your castle. It also runs halfway underneath your castle. Your castle stands on a sort of bowl shaped ground, like the bowl you put your cereal in early in the morning. Imagine you stand here for five BLEEPING days and imagine such a rain storm that your dried moat fills up in twenty minutes. Imagine this moat to be bigger than other moats. Imagine that you use towels and sponges and all sorts of absorbing things and items to absorb the water but the moat keeps on getting bigger and wetter and nobody is coming to your aid. Only the bad black knight of the camping site who actually knows that it's such a bad spot and he dares to let you stay there. 

So, this lady of the castle, this dragon, stamped her way up to the king of the camping site, growled and snorted and told in a very impressive way that she wants another spot, high and dry, right now or else someone is going to die. (I was in the mood to kill, be glad you've missed me that day) So... after a long long search through even wetter marshes, underneath lamp posts (and no Aslan to take me to Narnia) we came to this lovely, dry, sweet place of which we both said: it's not on the map, but we conquer it in the name of dry land anyway. So, me and my sister marched back to the Black Knight of the Camping Site and growled and snorted and told in a very impressive way that we wanted that spot, NOW! 

So, we got the spot. And we relocated, the furnass with gas bottle first. And people there, in Dry Land, said: fill up that car, help those drowning girls, they have had a most terrible time down there! Within five minutes we were relocated from Watery Moat Land to Dry Land and for the first time in days we survived a dry night. For that night, a thunder storm hit us hard and it begun to rain so hard and so bad that our old spot was completely drowned the next morning. 

But, after all, we have had a great time in Rucphen. I Got hit by a car, my sister blazing and growling and snorting at the woman, threatening all sorts of terrible things to do to her, the car and her daughter if she ever dared to come closer. Be glad you've missed her, or you would have jumped out of your skin of shere fright. Only my little finger of my left hand was bruises severly and had to be taped and I wasn't allowed to use it to Saturday 19th.

The Efteling was joyful, just like the old center and the Central Station of Antwerp. Oudenbosch was beautiful, the Basilisk of Oudenbosch and the Museum of Zoave, we've found out that our great-great-grandfather, our grandfather's grandfather, was a Zoav. He joined the army for the pope in Roma to defend it against Sardinia in 1869 to 1870. I'm so darn proud of him.
We went to Small Lourdes at St. Willibrord where I got hit by a car. After seeing the doctor and having a rather nice Chinese noon meal we went to the church of St. Willibrord. Though it's only opened during services, it was opened for me and my sister because we came from the high north just for this church. 

after that we went to do things in and around Roosendaal, Breda and Rucphen, like shopping and stuff and walking through most beautiful nature and gardens. 

Even though the camping was the worst in the world, for the Black Knight of Camping Kingdom knew that we were standing on a watery spot, both me and my sister made the best of it, loving the entire stay there. We did awesomely nice things and have met great people, such as Lil' Froggy - at the age of five she was very talkative and I was her designated baby-sitter ^^ such a nice child but very wise for her age considering she lived with her father who needs a heart-lung transplantation.

By the way, we did this all with one bike, two women both weighing around the 80 to 90 kilos with fully loaded shoulder bags so imagine the work-out for the butt, thighs and bellies! We both lost a size in clothing and are a lot stronger. Then again, try bycicling 8,6 to 10 kilometres there and back again, with your own weight and the one on the back, that is around 170 kilos with lugage, that is 17,2 to 20 kilometres a day. 

so... we're both back home, trying to write dignified English what isn't possible at all (like that was possible before vacation anyways ;P ) but who cares! 

I need sleep... Yawn... I need sleepm.mbmbmbmmfle... grrrr... zzzzzz.... grrrrrr.....zzzzz