Another day, another new country. The joys of travelling in Western Europe is that there are lots of borders! After a short few days in Belgium, I found myself at the end of the Vennbahn and in Luxembourg. I also managed to make it 3 country highest points in 3 days following on from Vaalserberg and Signal de Botrange with a visit to Burrigplatz. The Vennbahn doesn’t advertise itself for this, but all 3 points are remarkably close to it, with the diversion to Burrigplatz/Buurgplaatz taking
The 29th country of my trip saw me hop the border into Belgium. I was happy to see that at least in Flanders, the northern part, the fantastic cycling network system continued so I only had to see cars when I was trying to find the sign marking the border which wasn’t to be found on the bike path. Belgium is not a large country, but has Dutch, French and German as national languages. The country is split into 4 main parts, Flanders in the north, Wallonia in the south, Brussels as the capital
My little wiggle around the Netherlands – not Holland, that is the name of just one part of the country – was quite lovely. There were plenty of Warmshowers hosts, and barely a metre ridden off bike lanes out of my own choice. It also had the glorious benefit of being filled with people who could speak English almost fluently that were incredibly blunt, allowing for almost anything to be discussed.
The first part, saw me go through The Hague and long tulip fields on the way to Amsterdam.
Having had a few months off at home, with a week away in Ireland about the only cycling that was done, I decided to start nice and easily through the UK. That failed on the first day, in a perfect example of how I still make stupid mistakes even with all my experience. I’d put on a new chain just before going to Ireland, and then when I got back the bike just went into the garage. I barely looked at the thing until just before I was planning to head out again, when I realised the chain had
Those of you who have been checking here for updates will have found a certain lack of them. I’ve not really got a great reason, I definitely had the time, but I guess I just didn’t really feel that motivated to write while I was home. What motivates me again? Well, I’m back on the road! Last night, I packed my bags and, if you ignore the food I’ve got in there, they’re distinctly emptier than the last time I started so I’m looking forward to working out what