I can always tell when the Germans have a holiday coming up. This weekend is Whitsunday weekend (the day Christians celebrate to remember the holy spirit coming down). And apparently it's also the beginning of a holiday in Germany. Judging by the amount of German cars I saw on the road while trying to drive back home.
Two out of three cars I saw had German numberplates on them. There were caravans, campers, trailers with boats, bikes and canoes. Cars loaded with people and stuff. All going up to the Waddenzee, the Dutch islands and the Frisian lakes. Of course I got stuck in the middle of all that traffic and changed to a secondary road to beat them. I don't know whether I did, but I managed to keep driving that way, which can't be said for all the Germans and the few Dutch also trying to get home!
Anyway, I did manage to get home in the end. And by home I mean of course the bus lot. Fortunately the coach wasn't dirty, so no cleaning necessary and I finally could go home. My real home!