Today was a very relaxed, if uneventful day of riding followed by a comparatively busy night. We contined from Aubel along the route we had planned out to Houfen via the cycle network, which was so well signposted it didn’t take much effort to follow. We were climbing a lot more today than we had been on days past though, as we were right in the edge of the Ardene. 

In the morning we did a big climb out of the valley we stayed near last night and down the otherside where we passed what we assumed to be the Chataux we had heard about the day before. The Chataux that was looked so poorly on simpler cycle tourers like us, looking to spend a quick night in a field.

  

The route took us over hills and down and up again on gravel roads.

  
It was sort of a half day today, we finished at 5 (but only go going a bit before noon). Just before we finished, we had planned to camp in the park beside a lake we had seen on the map again we had a big climb. We arrived at the top and found the dam, and across it a carpark where you were aloud keep camper vans for a while. Nearby the carpark was a patch of grass shielded from the carpark by a hedge.

  
 

Following a relaxed evening of reading/writing/foam rolling we got into the Bivvys and drifted off to sleep.
Only to be rudely awoken at 11 by some German kids who had driven up to the carpark, we assumed from some nearby town, to spin doughnuts and blast trashy rock/dub step out of their car stereo. We were joking about the whole situation, us behind the hedge in our sleeping bags and them having the time of their lives in this carpark.
When eventually they noticed us through the foliage a few came to investigate. Unfortunately before we could get talking to them, Finn scared them off with a friendly hello.

They finally left the carpark when it started to rain. At first a drizzle, but soon it was torrential, a thunderstorm had blown in. We were kept up by the heavy rain pounding the Bivvys, which lie directly on top of your legs. After the rain subsided a few hours later though, we drifted off to sleep.

Ok I completely forget to include a rather signficicant event in one of the previous posts that influenced where we decide to cycle to after leaving Tine’s.

On the way out of Ghent going to Keerburgen, so on Day 8 of cycling we stopped to eat the bread, meat and cheese we had bought earlier in a supermarket. It was raining so we were eating in a bus shelter with out bikes propped on either side. While we were happily eating our lunch out of the rain, a van pulled up with the signs of the local government on the side across the road for us.

We just sat there and waited for the driver to approach us and we’re kind of assuming it would be an official coming to tell us to move on, that we couldn’t stop and eat here. This guy gets out, tall guy, long-ish hair tied back and walks over to us. Oh here we go…

The guy was actually super friendly, his name was Siegfried and he did work for the local government as a groundskeeper. He asked if we needed directions or help, we said we were ok and he said “alright no problem”. He offered us to stay with him and his family that night, they lived nearby but that night we were staying with Tine.

Siegfried got back in his van and just before he pulled off asked us where we were going before he pulled off.

By now we had gotten into the habit of telling people our goal was “Istanbul, first” and then maybe elaborate on the whole year long trip if they seemed interested, it was easier this way.

So, we told Siegfried “Istanbul” and that got his attention, he got out of the van came back over to us and told us how he’d been there over 10 times! He asked us what our route out of Belgium was and we told him we were leaving through the Eifel National park which bordered Germany in the South East.

“I have a holiday home there and will be down this weekend with my wife while the kids are at camp! Call me up when you get near and you can stay with us a night.”

And with that Siegfried gave us his phone number and address and told us to call him when we got near.

So the result of all this is that we had planned the rest of route through Belgium such that we would arrive at Houfen where Siegfreid and his wife had their holiday home on Sunday, the day he guaranteed he would be there. We couldn’t turn down such hospitality.

So we found ourselves, not with time to kill per say, but with a comfortable distance to ride in a generous amount of time. So back, to Day 10. As the crow flies the journey from Zoutleeuw to Aubel is not really that long, but since we had time on our hands we decided to go through Hasselt and then dip into the Netherlands for a bit and go via Maastricht and then down into Aubel, on the outskirts of the Eifel National Park.

Once again, we were on the fantastic Belgian cycle route which works as a network of nodes you plan a path between.

 

 

We got lunch (Lidl) in Hasselt and gave Siegfried a call letting him know we’d arrive on Sunday (it was now Friday). We then pushed on to Maastricht.

 

   
We crossed into the Netherlands without noticing. We were probably only there for about 90 minutes all told, but I reckon it counts. We flew the Maastricht, didn’t really feel like stopping again at the time.

 

 
As we approached Aubel we started to experience something long forgotten since entering Beglium, inclines! We hadn’t climbed a hill since getting off the ferry. 

 

 
We spent a bit of time looking for somewhere to camp, but couldn’t find anywhere discrete, and asking around if we could sleep in someone’s field led nowhere as the land was all own by “the chateaux”, so eventually, reluctantly, we ended the day in our first campsite.

  

After a thoroughly enjoyable evening spent with Tine and the family we slept in spare beds the provided us and we woke up well rested. We had breakfast with Frank and Victor, Frank’s son. At breakfast Frank showed us Lotus Biscoff Spread, a cinnamon flavoured spread that tastes like this little biscuits you sometimes get served with coffee. It was delicious and of course we bought a jar at the next supermarket we stopped at.

After eating we spent the morning doing some upkeep and maintenance on the bikes, just simple stuff that needed tuning after the first few days of the tour.

We left feeling well rested and ready to ride across the rest of Belgium over the next few days. Thanks so much for the hospitality guys!

 

 
We rode from Keerburgen along the cycle track that followed a canal (again! Belgium was proving to be easy enough to navigate) into the nearby city of Leuven. More flat cycling with a tailwind in the sun, it doesn’t really get easier than this.

 

 
We didn’t spend too long in Leuven as it was late enough when we left Tine’s. We picked up some supplies in Lidl for lunch and the next few days and went and sat in the square. 

 

 
  
Our end goal for today was Zoutleeuw, what looked on the map like a lake not to far from Leuven. A couple of hours of flat, prefect Beglian roads later and one wrong turn (not too long, maybe only an extra 20 min) we got into Zoutleeuw town, another lovely old settlement. In the centre of town was a public water fountain so we could fill up without having to potential anger anybody.

 

 

A short ride out of the town we came across the lake. As it turned out it wasn’t a lake, but a wetland and would probably have been really nice, a relaxing place to spend the evening if not for the abundance of mosquitoes. We found somewhere to camp and threw on bug repellant. A pretty full day overall.