Tubbergen

Tubbergen (population: 20,169) is a town in the eastern Netherlands, in the province of Overijssel. The municipality covers an area of 147.48 km².

The municipality of Tubbergen also includes the following towns, villages and townships: Albergen[?], Fleringen[?], Geesteren[?], Haarle[?], Harbrinkhoek[?], Hezingen[?], Langeveen[?], Mander[?], Manderveen[?], Mariaparochie[?], Reutum[?], Vasse[?].

External Links

• Official Website (http://www.tubbergen.nl)

Common misspelling and questions (FAQ)

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