Neusje van de zalm

One day we were cycling along the Salmon River and it happens to be salmon season. So this nice little river valley gets filled with us 4 cyclists, some traffic and a 10 000 fishermen. They for sure blew the lest-just-camp-on-the-side-of-the-road-plan as every patch of lush looking roadside grass, pretty much from the shoulder on, was taken. Trapped in the valley and caught by the setting sun, it looked like we were about to smooch up the gravel for the night. Though Jacob and I were really not feeling that vibe so we knocked on some doors (the only 2 around) and I gave Lauren minor heart failure when I just walked into somebody's back door (after my wimpy knock, they did call me in though). "Seriously Fien, people will shoot you!" Turned out we walked into a Dutch-speaking soccer-loving/watching couple's home. What are the odds?! Some beer, bbq, breakfast, a good night sleep and some drop (Dutch liquorice) later, we were good to go.