Kevin's Travel Blog

day 2: it took me forever to get going. pack this into that, pack that into the other, strap it all to the bike, oh, forgot that, unstrap, repack, restrap. Eventually got going and headed towards this 'beautiful little town' that a guy on the ferry had told me about, Maastricht.

Brussels was on the way but I have been there before so was not that keen to see it again. Well, try telling that to 'good thing' (the bike). Not on your life, 'good thing' hasn't been to brussels, so we went! tried to do the ring road but ended up driving straight into the centrum. I couldn't get out for about an hour. I have a compass strapped to my handle bar. I was going west, turned left, went west, turned left again heading west??? West is the direction my steel handlebars are facing, from a compass' point of view. The compass now has a different home!

Arrived in Maastricht for the evening.

Right, day 1 was all about finding my feet, getting used to the different side of the road, at the same time as getting accustomed to all the extra weight on the bike, oh and not to mention that it was by far the longest journey I have ever made on a bike, about 180 miles. I finally reached a suitable destination for the evening, a campsite just outside Brugge. Not much to write home about, but then it was only 7 euro, and for a flat piece of soft grass and a hot shower, it was a bargain.