We awoke to find that Elizabeth's rear rack had buckled under the weight of the panniers, probably on the cobblestone paths leading out of Belgium. We asked some local cyclists for a store, but it being Sunday, nothing was open. One of the cyclists insisted on helping us and brought us to his garage where we were able to rig up the rack temporarily.
We headed north to Veere and marveled at the enormous church in town.
We then cycled along the 5 mile long Oosterscheldekering, a man-made storm barrier that protects much of Zeelands inner waterways. We met a friendly old couple who ran a campsite in Haamstede, where we ended up staying for the night.