It's easy to leave the city
All you gotta do is walk the way your nose is pointing. Today I walked across the raileway bridge, saw ponnies that lives under the bridge and look horrible (their tails are tangled in what I would guess is from laying in theirt own or in one of the many many large piles of cows shit)...I also approached the cow babies fearing for my life in case I managed to upset one of the adults, you know cows can be quite scary.


I got away with a long glare from one if the big ones and keept on walking away from the city untill I reached a sign with Deventer crossed over in red. Then I keept walking in pursuit of a sign saying where I was seeing as it was no longer Deventer but all I could see was corn and even more corn so I turned back.

Notice the corn!
I did eventually manage to spot a sign saying Welcome to Gelderland. But my theory is that Gelderland isn't really a city its a province or something like that, or a subprovince maybe. I'm not completely certain how it works around here. I know I live in Deventer in the province of Overijsel.
I found my way back into the city and took a lap through the rather empty and quiet streets. I stumbled over the oldest house in Holland:

It's from 1130. Dang it, I just realised I forgot to touch it. I never touched anything that old. Haha.
On another little street I found these colourfull lill houses, like something out of a movie.



I got away with a long glare from one if the big ones and keept on walking away from the city untill I reached a sign with Deventer crossed over in red. Then I keept walking in pursuit of a sign saying where I was seeing as it was no longer Deventer but all I could see was corn and even more corn so I turned back.

Notice the corn!
I did eventually manage to spot a sign saying Welcome to Gelderland. But my theory is that Gelderland isn't really a city its a province or something like that, or a subprovince maybe. I'm not completely certain how it works around here. I know I live in Deventer in the province of Overijsel.
I found my way back into the city and took a lap through the rather empty and quiet streets. I stumbled over the oldest house in Holland:

It's from 1130. Dang it, I just realised I forgot to touch it. I never touched anything that old. Haha.
On another little street I found these colourfull lill houses, like something out of a movie.

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