I went to Belgium with some of the forum's finest. Many wet cobbles. Much use of Belgium's much vaunted bike routes which turned out to be following tractor treads through extremely muddy fields. Lots of beer. Lots of headwind. Brief stop today at Zandvoorde British Cemetery (first world war graves) where I tried valiantly to not let the others see me cry while looking at the memorials. Such a sad place.
Then I injured myself by stepping off a low curb in Kortrijk, turning my ankle over and acquiring a golf ball sized lump on my ankle to teach me a lesson in looking where the hell I'm going after drinking Tripel Karmeliet ("the best beer in Belgium").
I went to Belgium with some of the forum's finest. Many wet cobbles. Much use of Belgium's much vaunted bike routes which turned out to be following tractor treads through extremely muddy fields. Lots of beer. Lots of headwind. Brief stop today at Zandvoorde British Cemetery (first world war graves) where I tried valiantly to not let the others see me cry while looking at the memorials. Such a sad place.
Then I injured myself by stepping off a low curb in Kortrijk, turning my ankle over and acquiring a golf ball sized lump on my ankle to teach me a lesson in looking where the hell I'm going after drinking Tripel Karmeliet ("the best beer in Belgium").
"Bicycle route":
A different "bicycle route":
Zandvoorde British cemetary:
Tripel Karmeliet: