Loon-plage

Loon-Plage.

Earlier I mentioned that we didn't actually dock in Dunkirk. We landed in the ports next to the village of Loon-Plage. This ended up adding a further 9 miles to our journey and we cycled a total of nine hours (including rest stops). Dunkirk to the Belgium boarder was pretty uneventful, we peddled hard in the sunshine. Oh yeah, there was that time when I had to use a shady looking gambling cafe to use the toilet, I felt obliged to sit down and gulp a coke down in front of several looming men, let's just say I didn't stay too long! 

When we reached the Belgium boarder, after a quick pose in front f the boarder sign we cycled through and instantly fell in love with Belgium. It's clean, most people smile, it's uber cycle friendly and their architecture kept us entertained throughout.

To begin with we cycled along the beach path, watching people play on the beach... In March, what luxury! Eventually it was too busy for us to cycle along, so we headed for the roads where we were beeped at by the tram soooo we headed to the bigger roads and cycled straight for Bruges. The last leg of this trip took us along a tranquil canal route, where the only sounds that could be heard were the singing birds, crickets and Sam moaning. Actually, to be fair we were both pretty sore at this point but the natural beauty of the sunset and nature kept us merry until we reached the quiet centre of Bruges.