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I felt the need to escape the city on New Years Eve* so I went on a small adventure. On this particular so-called 'festive' Old ór New Years evening I do not enjoy the vandalism and racket that somehow have been accepted as 'normal' activities so I looked for a place in The Netherlands within a couple of hours of travel where I could potentially find some peace and quiet. I found one. Hurrah.  I won't tell you where exactly - some secrets are meant to remain secrets.  I did wild camp illegally in a dune pan I might add. But then again considering the amount of people who set fire to things this night, wasting a lot of tax money in having to clear up their mess, I do not feel one shred of remorse for my (technically) criminal activities. So I took my camping gear, a bottle of port, the mini 'bottle light' that I received as a gift from the Wereldfietser (thank you, it was really nice and atmospheric!), 3 interesting books, my diary and some chocolate. Enca

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