Travelled : 52 kilometres from Veurne to Brugge, Belgium. 2016
Visited : Brugge and Damme
Stayed : Municipal Aire in Brugge, €25 per night. All the usual services including electricity. N51.19566 E03.22568
A few more boats are moored on the canal in Veurne this evening. We have a chat to one guy from Queensland now working in Belgium, he has a Belgium wife and alternate between countries. We have another very quiet night in Veurne. It’s a cool evening (good for sleeping) but where not complaining.
It’s a relatively short drive to Brugge, but we want some diesel on our way. Fuel in Belgium is an issue. We have already stopped 2-3 times and tried to fill with both our foreign currency card and Australian MasterCard being rejected. So we stop at this huge servo just of the highway, Pam goes in to tries t pay with cash and they don’t take cash either. Belgium is a strange place when it comes to fuel stations. Eventually it accepts our fcc but only on the Premium Deisel about €.12p above normal diesel price. Apparently cheap fuel is for locals with a Maestro Credit Card.
Full of fuel we roll into Brugge. There is only one Aire close to the Old City and it’s not cheap, but it is convenient especially if your cycling. Just to clarify Brugge like all Belgium town and cities is spelt two or sometimes three different ways. In this case it’s Brugge or Bruges.
After dinner we head back into the Old City for waffles and to check out the lighting in the Market Square which is supposed to be quite special. We no sooner arrive in the Square and it starts to rain. We get a spot out of the rain but 20 minutes later it hasn’t eased, so we decide to ride back now before it gets dark. Getting wet is one thing but riding on wet cobble stones in the dark is not worth it so it’s a wet ride back.
It was another quiet night in the Hymer and we enjoyed the sleep after a big day. The rain has cleared by morning and we decide to ride out to the old market town of Damme it’s about 5-6 kilometres from Brugge, but about 10 kilometres from our Aire. We had enough of the crowds yesterday and the girl at the Tourist Office recommended it.
We head back to the Hymer, it’s been an interesting day. A little pub tempts us as we pass. We sit between two English couples waiting for their bus to the port and then back to Hull on the overnight ferry. It’s a good old chat about adventures in Brugge with a pint or two and a rose for lubrication.