Cycled just south of Leiden last night. Found a little deserted car park with a little wooded area just off a back road and pitched our tent.Cooked dinner and just about to eat when this police car came round the corner into the car park where we were sitting. They both came up to us and asked us if we had seen anybody around. I said I had seen some guy about half an hour ago and that was it. They were like ‘Oh, Ok. And where are you sleeping tonight?’ Looking at the massive pile of camping gear spread all over the floor beside us. ‘Ehm Leiden, just up that way’ (pointing somewhere that wasn’t the tent). ‘Enjoy your meal,’ they said and started hunting around the bushes with torches. Man, I did not enjoy that meal. Luckily we had pitched our tent soo ninja, they didn’t find it and left shortly afterwords. Jam.
It was too late to pack up and find somewhere else so we just stayed there and hoped nothing would happen. Nothing did happen apart from this morning a massive truck decided to wake us up by dumping a few tons of rubble right next to our tent. It sounded like they were demolishing the woods or something. I don’t think we’ll ever pack up our tents that quickly again.
