Man they had the heater cranked at the Hotel Bristol. Had a restless night of crazy dreams, but all our gear got dry. We were feeling tired and were very slow to move this morning. Breakfast was included, and was a buffet, excellent, and they even had a toaster....super cool, we haven't had toast since Barcelona. No ice cream, though...never mind.
Breaking the kids out of car park prison.
All rugged up and still cold. Better get moving.
We were on our way by 10:30am, working our way through the traffic and out of the city. It was a lot busier, but really wasn't a problem. Bike lanes and back streets were good. It may have been the weather, but it didn't have a very good vibe. It is a smallish city, with a small population of 100,000. But it is also one of the richest in the world. It didn't look how I thought it would look.
Looking back towards the train station.
Just on the outskirts of the city, we stopped at a Lidl supermarket for supplies. Will's turn! I wished I'd gone, it was really cold standing outside with the bikes. About 8C. Brrr!
Nice path to ride on, hope that black sky just holds it all in.
Davo GPS, had us on the cycle routes 13 and then 12, which are part of the proposed EV5 route. It was easy to follow, and nice quiet farm roads. It was really cold and overcast, but thankfully no rain. This meant not so many giant slugs too. Some giant snails though. They are quite pretty, and enormous!
Great signposts for some of our ride today. Makes it so much easier.
Yep, he's size Will, shall we cook him for dinner?
Farmland, a small patch of forest and a few small villages was what we had today. One small "almost" incident, as we snuck in the back door of Belgium, a couple a big black stray dogs came towards us. They looked interested in trying some original Aussie tucker, so I told them in my sternest voice "Bad dogs, go home!" I said it a couple of times, and they did, just stopped and went the other way. Probably asking each other what we said...ha ha ha.
I think we're in Belgium, wow, that was quick.
We only knew we were in Belgium, because the vehicle number plates had changed. Then the villages were a little different, but it still smelt like cow poop.
It doesn't say Belgium, but it's the best we could do.
Will is inside wheeling and dealing. Hotel Trulli, a winner!
Lots of those rolling hills, and we found Arlon easily. We made our way to a park in the central area and ate lunch while finding somewhere to stay. It took us a couple of goes, going in and asking, but finally Will was successful, breakfast included and bikes in the bosses garage. Nice! Now to seek out a famous Belgian beer. We'd better pick up our game tomorrow.
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