Hove Malpertuus Hotel
- Meeting rooms/conference facilities
- Non-smoking hotel
- Multilingual staff
- Conference facilities
- Meal plan
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... Very informative they said. It was the local nazi head quarters. Lots of the prisoners were 18 or younger, as these were the resistance fighters.
We all meet at the Joest Museum, which is an ethnologic collection based on Mr Joest's travel acquisitions in the 1800's. The curation of the museum was really well done, with beautiful presentation, and thought provoking observations on religions, nomads, household organizations.
We walked back through ...
... pics of the local homes as we were quite taken by the home sizes and architecture. Tidy, tidy and more tidy homes. Notably absent in the little villages so far has been the lack of corner-type grocery stores. Of course, the gas stations have taken on stocking some items as is the case back home.
Tonight we will have a nice evening with the gang at a local gasthof and tomorrow we will head south along the Moselle River and ...
... extensive and used to extend into Belgium and all together was over 200km in length. During WWII 15 people were able to escape Germany using the caves. Back to Gemund now to repack our bags as the weight limits on SAS are quite restrictive and we are going to have to make use of all 4x23kg checked baggage and all 4x8kg cabin baggage that we have between us. Hopefully Gav's ALDI baggage scales will weigh ...
... and horse. Better yet, the campsite had a bar that was open, rather full, and ready to provide mussels etc. if required - so we could have dined three times over, in the space of three miles, at three pm on a Sunday afternoon. We settled for a beer and spent the evening surfing with the best, free, Wifi so far. Maybe something to do with this part of Europe being flat. Or perhaps, Belgium was just trying to improve its image before we flee to Holland. Mileage : ...
Sad to leave this campsite by the river. Everything has a artiste's touch, more like a private home than a campsite. Made me feel quite guilty leaving skid marks in the grass, but happy we managed to get onto the campsite roadway without needing a tow. More ups/downs/bends as we headed towards the Belgian border, with wee hamlets every mile or so. As soon as ...