A Day out for Cathy

Having done all the touristy things, we decided to fend for ourselves today. But first, we had to get through the local market.

 Peter O'L likes cherries, so we send him this photograph.

 Down a run-down little street, to get our .......

..... BIKE! Actually, this photo was taken after we'd learned to control the beast (it weighed just under 0.5t tonne) and had got back through the market and out of town.

A pleasant 10 km ride through the Belgian countryside

 Somewhere along here we encountered the only hill of the ride. You can see it if you look very closely.

 And the, OH ..........

Yes, we'd reached the town of Damme where the beast was promptly discarded for a large jug of local beer (or coffee for some)

Cathy in Damme

 The local church didn't look much used ........

 ..... and the edges were crumbling, ......

 .... but we were warned.

 Cathy in a Damme cemetery.

 Cathy trying to be two-faced.

 There was another bookshop in town, but we couldn't work out the marketing ploy being used here. Would it work in Wodonga?

 Back on the road again, just before the pilot got us hopelessly lost.

Pedalling along some minor road in deepest Belgium, we came across this yard full of RED CHOOKS!

 And MORE red chooks ........

 .... oh, and a wallaby.

 I'm thinking of buying a boat.
Much to our delight, we found that we could peddle faster than this boat could paddle.

 Back in Bruges again, sore but relieved to have found our way back.

 Cathy celebrated with a nice cup of tea ...................

 ....... and some pancakes.

 This remains the mystery dessert of our visit.