The Bruges nightlife is very intense. Because of this we don’t wake up until 7.30am, shock and horror, half the day is already gone! We quickly get organised, have a nice breakfast in the old cellar of the house made into the breakfast room. Yvonne and I head off to get the car only 500m from the hotel but because of the myriad of one way hyper narrow streets in Bruges, one wrong turn, and you have to drive 2 km to get back to the hotel. Without or GPS we would still be trying to get back to the hotel I’m sure.
TomTom gets us out of Bruges in a flash and we set sails north towards Amsterdam and beyond. No touristy stuff today, just a day travel north through Belgium and Holland. One motorway is followed by the next motorway and you never drive into and towns at all. As usual the number of semitrailers with registration plates from all over Europe of is staggering. The right hand lane of the motorway is more or less filled with them as far as the eye can see. But never the traffic jams we’re used to in Brisbane every day, impressive.
The Belgian landscape is very flat with one paddock of cows following the next. Entering Holland and t’s the same thing except for a couple of windmills and canals on crossing the country side. We drive across the Ijsselmeer, the 30km long wall built to keep the sea from flooding the country side.
Late afternoon we arrive in in the little town of Delfzijl, just a stone throw away from the German border. We get a nice very affordable room in the first hotel we find. Sightseeing around town is even quicker. Maybe it’s the 13 degrees and the blowing gale makes the streets look more than deserted. We do see sighs of World Cup soccer fever even in this remote part of the world.
We take dinner at the hotel and withdraw to our room afterwards very much content with today’s efforts.
No comments:
Post a Comment