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Today was the last day of the Backroads adventure and ended with a short/relaxing ride prior to saying our goodbyes. After a nice breakfast we all got on our bikes for a ride through Bruges. In started so nice, beautiful morning, sun shining and all our group sticking together and riding as a true group of friends that we have become. Right as the ride started someone pointed out that my shoelace was untied. Since I switched to my gym shoes, forgot to double knot/tuck them in and did ...
Michael wanted to see the soccer match between Australia and Netherlands, so we drove into Ypres. We drove along this narrow road which became more narrow as we drove further. It was beside the canal all the way and I said to Michael I think this is a bicycle path! On the way home we discovered it was! Found a pub where the TV was on and sat down. We were the only ones there. Unfortunately the result did not go our way, ...
... when the directions are pictures with another language (which none of us speak) providing the directions. But Peter managed to figure it out! Yay Pete! About 6:45 p.m. we headed out into the countryside. We decided to return through Zeeland and not Antwerpen because of the construction and traffic there. Well this was interesting--the Garming directed into the countryside through these teensy villages, farmland, roads on the dijks, etc. Then to the coast where we crossed over ...
Having forgotten to follow Mary G's fearfully sound advice on bringing one's own friendly pillow, I spent a fitful night fighting the full fat version provided by the Hotel O.
It was huge and firm enough and large enough to bolster up the Berlin Wall should it be in need of support.
My neck is not the Berlin Wall, so this morning might benefit from a gentle touch of Voltarol gel.
We woke to prolonged gurgling and rumblings... which after a few moments ...
... you know what time the 1131 to Paris goes?”
“Um.. I’d expect around 1131” I replied, desperately trying to mask the stupidity of such a question with my answer. I half expected him to ask me where it was heading and if I could pick from his foul stench just how many lagers he had consumed by half past ten in the morning.
“I’m James” he croaked, holding out an uninviting sweaty palm. “Want a ...