From Baarn, Netherlands to Wilhelmshaven, Germany it’s time for trains. It takes a few, and the train office in Amersfoort can’t seem to find the right connection or even the city of Wilhelmshaven, Germany. Maybe she doesn’t like Americans. It is understandable. You see many Americans in large cities pretending they are in Disneyworld. Money and manners are not necessarily complimentary. I get a ticket to Osnabruck, Germany. The ticket lady says ask someone there. I will need to change trains twice, then take a bus, (work on the tracks) to another train. The bus ride was a thrill. We drove little back roads which were also used by large trucks due to construction. It was a game of “chicken” I will not soon forget. As it turns out, there was a much better route by train, (through Bremen). The Amersfoort train ticket office had other plans for me. At least I wasn’t held in Bad Bentheim, not sure what Bentheim did to be bad.