Having completed my last blog entry I curled up on the floor of the ferry and fell asleep. An hour or so later, rudely awakened by the ships Captain telling us to go to our vehicles. Within 20 minutes the bow doors opened and we all left the harbour in convoy. Well up until the first roundabout as I had decided no motorway today. So I looped through a few villages and industrial estates up to Dunkirk beach. The sun was coming up and warming me nicely. I took a short walk on the sandy beach watching runners and cyclist whisking past.
It was just a short break as I didnt know where I wanted to end up later. Amsterdam was about 4 hours away and I love it there, since I worked there back in the 80’s I have always tried to get back for the odd weekend. I love the architecture, culture, various squares and street entertainers. So I ditched the back street route and hit the motorway. I knew I’d be tired later. As the Honda purred along as all Hondas do I noticed a sign for Brugge. I’ve never been there, so I’d have breakfast in the old town.
The day was warming up and I firstly walked around and then oted for a canal boat tour.
I was captivated by this part of Brugge but I had to move on and find a campsite. Amsterdam was 3 hours away and there is a campsite just north of the city centre. That was my destination. Obviously the Honda ate up the miles and before I knew it I was there, setting up camp in a busy site.
I have 2 nights booked so I went to the onside BBQ and live music night. I was really tired and after a great chat with a couple from New Zealand I hit the sack.