After an evening of walking around Arlon, a couple of beers in The English Pub, and dinner at Hotel Trulli, which was fantastic, we crashed out in our room. We didn't rush out of bed, probably because we knew today was up hill all the way.
Another very nice church. Every big town has one, or more.
Breakfast was included, so we ate that. Ham, cheese, bread, coffee and juice! So gonna ride over what ever hills I need to, to get to an English breakfast. But it was ok. We both put our cold weather gear on, as although the temp was due to reach 18C with high humidity, it doesn't usually get there until around 4pm. And we did the right thing. It was cold.
Davo GPS was set for Bastogne, as we plan to follow the EV5 route to Namur, and it follows the RV6 Belgium cycle route from Bastogne to Namur. All I know is it is full of rolling, big sucker, hills. Ugh! But, we are doing it in reverse and it looks better this way. Still, hills means slower harder days.
Getting out of Arlon was not hard, and it wasn't long before we were into the villages and farmland again. We had a nice downhill run through some forest, straight up, and came across a soccer pitch, in the middle of nowhere. We decided it was perfect for a stop to dry our tent. It was still wet from our rainy riding day.
Couple of refugees drying their stuff. Should of washed the clothes too.
We hung it over the fence, and chilled out watching it. Exciting stuff. A couple of middle aged leasure cyclists (on electric bikes) rode past and asked us for directions to Arlon. Yeah, I know right? How silly are they? But it was only 5.5kms away, and up a massive 12% gradient hill we'd just rolled down. At least they had help.
Loving the blue sky and the top of the hill.
Rolling hills, farmland, yarda yarda yarda! It was cold in the shade and going downhill, warm when the sun came out and going uphill, and we got some great 360 degree views. We keep seeing these unusual cows. I am calling them gym junky fat bottom cows. They are super buff, with the biggest "rumps" I have ever seen. Just plain strange, they seem to be milkers too.
Check out those butts! And their muscle definition, how do they do it?
They all had their bums facing me, until I took out the camera...cute.
We weaved from Belgium to Luxembourg and back again, and sometimes we had no idea which country we were in. The cars were a mix of rego plates, as many people live and work in either country. The houses were a little different, when you paid attention, but that is hard when you are pedalling your crap up hill after hill.
Conquered that one, with a nice view as a reward.
It was a tough hilly day, but we are both impressed with ourselves, as we managed to pedal up all of the hills, without breather breaks or walking. As you can imagine, the more hills you have to climb the harder they get. We stopped to eat about halfway, bananas, stale bread, cheese and choritzo. But it was nice, in a warm sunny spot.
Had to zig zag a bit to get up this one, but no stopping or walking. Woo hoo!
Are we in Luxembourg? I think so.
Spotted this Duce 2.5 truck in a little village, maybe in Luxembourg?
We enjoyed the downhill bits heaps, and tried to milk them for everything they're worth, as we knew we'd just have to pedal back up again. We did a total of 1340mtrs of climbing today, to get from 421mtrs to 510mtrs. Crazy!
The cycle path coming into Bastogne, downhill, will it last?
Made it to Camping Reval on the outskirts of town. Very nice and cheap!
It was a good day riding, and we are very proud of our success. We have a few more days of hills, so I don't think there will be many big kilometre days this week. Lots of swearing though, I'm sure.
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