A cycle ride up north

And again we were on the bike at 6 o'clock this morning on the way to the station in Schin op Geul. Our final station was Mook Molenhoek.  Yes, very unknown, but that's where our bike ride really started. 
We passed through many places of which we had heard the name, but did not know where to place them on a map.  With bigger towns close by, which we could certainly pin down, I got a better sense of where I was.  I felt my location on a map in my head, so to speak.
On the blip of the day the famous bridge (to far) of Arnhem.