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Travel Blogs from De Haan
Made an early start after a delicious breakfast. Went and parked the car outside the old town as the day before. Today was a special day and the town was blocked off to cars. Thought it would be nice and relaxing not having to worry about crossing roads but did not count on the million and a half push bikes! Nearly got bowled over numerous times. Today was a special day, don't really know what was being celebrated but it was awesome. The sun ...
... since they were paid for anyway. Booked for 3 nights too so had a free stay :) thought it might be a good idea not to bother Lisa too much. So that was it. Tour over. Really glad I did it. Met some awesome people that I will keep in contact with but still wish I had started it from the beginning so that I got to know everyone a lot easier. Now it was time to enjoy London for a bit before Oktoberfest and then it's karate in Canada, Russia and ...
... 3 weeks. So I
went with them back to mainland Europe again. We drove the van on a
train which goes under the channel.
Some short rides
followed and thenI got the only weird ride in all of my trip.
Hitching in France, 60 km
from Brugge. One guy stops I ask him – where are you going. He says
5 km, of course its no good for me, so he leaves. After an hour and
a half he comes back. I ask ...
... barely gimmicky and the brewery was still definitely a working brewery. At about 7 euros it was fantastic value too - especially as it included a drink of Bruges' finest which can set you back 5 euros in the touristy areas, and about 3 euros everywhere else. The guide we had was excellent - she was really passionate about beer, particularly this beer, and told jokes that she wasn't tired of! You also get a great view of ...
... spin free. I may not be the brightest mathematician in the world, but I know I don't have three hands.
I tried to ask for help from a couple sitting nearby on a bench feeding ducks in the canal, but they spoke no English. I pantomimed what I needed, and the man's face lit up. "Ja, ja," he said, and lifted the back of the bike. A few tries and the chain slipped back on. "Ja, goot," he said.
Goot, indeed. Bruges is a very goot ...