When I rode up on this cyclist, I joked that I thought he was British. I mean, the Raleigh bike, the peak cap, the sideburns… He had to be English. Well, of course, he was Dutch. But he saw the joke and replied.
“Oh, to be called an Englishman. I am not sure that is a compliment. But even when I am in England, people think I am an Englishman. My last name is pronounced Van Der ‘Low’ but is spelt Van Der Loo. So you have the very polite Englishman and you are back in a hotel and they say, “Oh, you have been here before’.”