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... now!) beer over dinner.
The next day had no travel - so the entire day to explore. After breakfast at the hotel, we headed up the road and hired a couple of bikes. We were told it was one of the best ways to experience Brugge - totally agree. With no real plan in place, we set our sights on a bike path we had seen the day before. It was a good call (if I do say so myself) as it ...
... are talking about a country that is famous for its beer, chocolate and waffles. I must be partially dutch because this ticks all of my boxes! I'll have to buy a new shirt after the steady drool from my mouth today dribbled onto my chest. So much wonderful food and smells! Oh the scents of fresh waffles and delicious sweets...
Rain and cool most of the day, 13-18deg, 2km, tot. 1157km. Woke to a view of constant rain out our motel window, so decided to have a training-day, play on words, funny hey, not. Wasn't anything on today's route that we had planned to stop for anyway. During the 38 minute train trip it rained fairly heavy the whole time. Left Arras on time and arrived at Lille at 10:03am, nearly 5 minutes late, aghast how terrible French Rail!! Went straight to the motel (Mr Beds, ...
... As we
exited the church there was a literal horde of people trying to gain entry at
the same time in an attempt to get out of the rain. Not us…time for us to
leave and get wet.
The rain didn’t last for long
and after find a temporary shelter in an alcove here and a nook and cranny
there, we were on our way again.
The last stop during the day in
Bruges was the number one rated begijnhof in Dutch or béguinage ...
... boiled potatoes and applesauce, and another beer. It cost €25 but since I hadn't had to spend any other money today, it was worth it.
Oh, and we found out that the tour member I mentioned yesterday has, indeed, left the tour. Apparently, she checked out of the hotel this morning and never did talk to Rolinka or Heidi.
I leave you with John McRae's poem, "In Flanders Fields":
In Flanders fields the poppies blow
Between the crosses, row ...