FAREWELL TO THE WESER UPLANDS

a last view upon the town. Heading to the trains that will bring us to Holland.
On our way down we can say goodbye to our neighbour at the right side, and our neighbour at the left and also the cheerful lady walking with her dog who lives at the other side of the road.
Dark weather, a bit of rain even.
A tiring day. We had taken one train earlier because of the nine minutes we would have had in Duisburg for our connection.
Now we stayed for an hour there, could drink tea and walk back to the station to catch our fifth train and in Utrecht the sixth. Lightrail to complete the journey, and then prepare a pasta meal with some other ingredients, like red cabbage and white beans. But it tasted good, because hunger makes raw beans taste sweet, (hunger is the best sauce).
We dived through the stormy weather and are curious to see what The Hague and the North Sea will bring us tomorrow.

My haiku:

Refugium for
The persecuted once now
We find our shelter

And the proverb:

Het is hollen of stilstaan.

Translation lirerally: It is running or standing still.
Meaning: With him/her it is always all or nothing.