Badhotel De Wielingen
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... goods and Labor. After having lunch and a walk around and sampled more beer we met up with Judy's Nephew and went for a coffee that turned out to be a beer or two.
Afterwards we caught a Taxi back to the Car and then headed to Ghent for the nights Accommodation, enjoy the pics of Brugge and Damme.
Cheers Stewart and Nancy.
Hello all is me Baz the Devil.
We started the day with a brisk walk up on the Oostende Promenade and talk about ...
We left Amsterdam this morning for Brugge in Belgium by Coach. We arrived here at 12.30 and our guide showed us around and then we were on our own. Brugge is an ancient city which is very nice. The old Churches are nothing short of spectacular which most of them have converted into museums. The chocolates are very nice and the beer is the best I have ever ...
54.9 miles (200.3 total)
Freezing shower (one of coldest of my life), stealth getaway, great ealry riding until get honked at by an irate Belgian, yet to determine why!!, roadside breakies and repairs, making good time, brutal headwinds and soviet style sea front blocks, might be nice in good weather but is soulless now, endless grey towns, hunger setting in, ALDI SAVIOUR, Munching salmon ...
... wooden doors and menacing arrow slits presumably set up to defend against rogue packs of Hun bandits. Or maybe just drunken Brits on stag parties bent on overtaking the fort and, I don’t know, maybe ringing the bell at all the wrong times and messing with the lunch rush at pasta takeaway shops, or maybe sprinkling coins to the ground far below to scatter the crowd before plummeting to an honourable fog-shrouded death. Good news on all fronts – no strain-induced heart ...
... my nationality finally at the age of 45.
However deep down, inside, I cannot deny the ‘Englishness’ I feel and love hence the moment I saw the white cliffs of Dover, my tears appeared. Our coach left the ferry and as its wheels set upon English soil and with the familiarity of the Dover to London Dual carriage way in sight I had an instant feeling of ‘coming home’. (notice my terminology changes depending on where I ...