The wheels on the bus.

After traveling through 4 countries today with almost no sleep or food, I'm unapologetic and free of regret about eating a burger at McDonald's at our comfort stop.  I ordered at a kiosk, and couldn't get mayonnaise on my burger, but was able to request a package for my fries.  My spork and I managed to put it to better use and throw together what my mouth was set for.

Our drive from Calais passed through beautiful countryside, dotted with farmhouses that must have been 200 years old or more, still occupied,  surrounded by serene fields and grazing animals, apparently untouched by time.  They stand in stark contrast with the rush of the motorway, the graffiti left on bridges and signs by the hand of disgruntled youth, and the device on which I record my thoughts.   It's so ancient and still so much like home.  Our hotel in Amsterdam is about an hour and a half away yet, and I doubt I'll be in the mood for anything other than setting up my fan and going to bed by the time we arrive.   Goede nacht!