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... here was a powerful experience. We ended the day at the Menen Gate, listening to the Last Post, a bugle call that has been sounded here every evening since 1928, in memory of the British soldiers who have no known burial places. On our drive home we saw a part of a highway that simply ended in piles of dirt; work will not continue here because this was another place where the Great War was fought. This is all sacred ground. ...
... stop so by going by ferry everyone has lunch while aboard. When you get off you are in France. On the side of the road the border control people has some men arrested and sitting on the side of the road handcuffed, from trying to get out of Europe and into England. Emile said it is a big problem for this border and each time he comes through they have someone. We then crossed another border into Belgium. Yes famous for the chocolate. Can't come here without trying the local ...
... We set up digs in Yepres or (in Belgium speak - Ieper)) and then head off for more of the overrated local drop, then around 7.00 pm all paths lead to the Menin Gate. The experience encountered is one that can never be forgotten but is often repeated, in fact every day for the last 86 years. In July it will be number 30,000. At 8.00 pm EVERY night buglers from the local fire brigade have stopped traffic at the Menin Gate to play the last post. My ...
... by some of the 47 bells as well as the views. On the coast the North Sea was grey and grim, but we spent some time visiting the open air museum the Atlantic Wall established by Germany in WWII. More Belgian beer and waffles before another tour of Brugge's streets, this time courtesy of a large Belgian horse and carriage. I am not going to discuss Belgian beer and chocolate, there is no discussion, it is the ...
... 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 ...