I’m in Anlier 20km from Arlon, sat in a wooden bus shelter. Today my legs don’t want to work, they ache like hell.
This morning was really tough, I had to stop every few minutes and revert to walking. I looked forward to the freewheeling down the hills and where I am there are lots of hills. I spent some of the morning spotting and watching falcons and by mid morning was getting quite good at it. There was lots to see as I went through a pine forest, as I approached the E411 motorway junction on the left was the European space centre and above me military jets doing some fancy maneuvers, I sat on the motorway bridge and watched the free show. I then passed the tree and land company which looked to be the perfect cover for the Belgium equivalent for M.I.B, of course it was next to the European space center.
I was following the N40 heading to Arlon this road is a little like the A6 except the long stretches between towns and village were a lot lot longer. I had nearly run out of water so stopped at a cemetery thinking there would be an outside tap, no tap but an amazingly well-kept place with headstones dating back over 100 years and they looked like new.
Just around the corner, may I add going down a very nice hill, I saw shutters on all the house, I stopped to film one as it reminded me of Vicky Gething and Nice, France. On the outskirts of Arlon I came across a super market and got lunch and water, I had pasta salad with rocket, a bread roll, not any old bread roll, a granary roll with seeds on top that get stuck in your teeth, a carton of what looked like orange but turned out to be grapefruit and a Danish pastry. I ate and drank the lot.
I cycled through Arlon town passing the market which was closing for the day and in the square found a tank, it seems Arlon is famous and appreciates the American GI’s who rescued the town in 1945. However I did wonder how much parking a tank here from 1945 until today would cost if they left the meter running. I sat in the shade and started my almost flat tablet to check for the nearest campsite as well as chatting with a girl who had just backpacked South America. There was a campsite going back but I didn’t want to go back, I thought of Dora the Explora , just keep …… My legs were hurting a lot and I needed the two days off I’d promised myself. I made a decision to go the 18 miles by train to Luxembourg and a campsite.
It would have been easier to ride or even walk!
Sharing is caring! If you enjoyed this article then please share this post to social media. Sharing buttons are below. Get notifications of new posts by email. Just add your email address to the subscription box at the bottom of the page. Thank You.
Please consider subscribing to our RSS feed!