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Belgian Battlefields
... another township we could not drive through as the main road was being reconstructed. This has happened to us three times in the last two days and makes things very difficult when you have no idea where detours are taking you and the Sat Nav lady is telling you to "turn right" into a road that is well and truly blocked! As a consequence of one such detour we stumbled across a major Belgian Cemetery near Houthulst - I had wanted to visit here but had given up hope as it was well ...
Row upon row they rest
... Car Route 1914 -18' guide of cemeteries and other WW1 sites and decided to head out and make the most of the wonderful clear weather. Our self paced guide book will eventually take us 70 km throughout the Ypres district. With the expert assistance of my very talented wife - come navigator - we managed the first 13/19 sites on the tour route, as well as one very significant additional stop, without the use of our Sat Nav. Didn't quite get the whole ...
My Belgium Christmas
... from all over the world. We also went to the beer museum, each town in Belgium has their own local beer. Poperinge’s is Hommel beer. So we visited the museum and enjoyed a beer after. Then he took us to see his old timer in the warehouse which he just finished restoring. Her dad works driving a digger for road construction and very often they are finding bodies, guns etc from the war. In their home they have a gun form a german soldier from WWI and as a gift he gave me ...
A day in Ieper
In my planning, I knew that halfway through my trip I would want to curl into a fetal position and just be untaxed in any way. I figured Flanders was as good a place as any to go catatonic. I did manage to have a pretty active day.
After waking up, I just started to walk around without any real plan, beyond not spending any time directly adjacent to any of the bigger sites in the city. I wasn't disappointed. The city ...
'I died in hell, they called it Passchendaele'
... well.
That evening, I went to a restaurant the name of which I can't immediate recall and had a delicious salad. I decided to try to not use English, and the salad was about the only thing I thought I could pronounce half right. Luckily, it was pretty good, albeit a tad heavy on the raw herring. I got by though, I went back to the hotel afterwards and spent the evening catching up on my Facebookery.
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