So, Tuesday, Madeira, Wednesday, England, Thursday, France so Friday must be Belgium.
After a week of basically being very lazy and sampling the local wines, it was time for a short tour of northern Belgium so I hopped the ferry to Dunkirk and in the process meeting the only other Kiwi I’ve met so far cycling around. Anyway.. after the warm soft breezes of Madeira, the Gods of wind decided it was time for a change and thought a blast of fresh (read that as: cold as a witches something) northerly wind in your face was the way to go. So for only the second time this trip I’ve dragged out the thermals and beanie. Not a pretty sight. I stayed away from the beaches, both the winds and the high rises took care of that.
I think the last time I was in Bruges was in the 70’s. I believe the Grand Place is still there but you couldn’t really see it for the throngs of eager tourists clicking away with their phones. But I still like the place, although autumn and the shoulder season might be a better time to visit. By the way, watch the film In Bruges with Colin Farrell, it’s a wonderful Black Comedy from 2008.
I finally gave up battling the wind and found a campsite so I could put up my tent and huddle inside. Supposedly the wind will moderate tomorrow when it’s on to Ghent.