13.07.2011 - 13.07.2011 13 °C
It rained all night. The wind blew, the house creaked. When we woke up and peaked out the window, it was all the same. The rain blew in visible sheets on the gusts of wind. It was dark and stormy and we went for breakfast. We ate slowly, dragging time. We spent an hour nursing a cup of coffee. When we thought we could wait no longer we went downstairs and told our host we were leaving. She disagreed saying if we waited another hour the rain would blow away. We stayed until 1100, our Belgian friends left at 1020. It didn’t stop raining, the wind didn’t stop blowing and the temperature didn’t rise above 13 degrees.
It was funny at first, the flowers lay flattened by the rain, the fog limited our visibility and the wind, at 30km/ph had us struggling to stay upright. Then, when we felt the wetness sink through our jackets and then through our shirts, we stopped laughing. The cold felt colder and not one inch of us wasn’t wet. We strayed off the planned route, we needed to get there faster.
We stopped at a grocery, dripping water all over the floor as we shopped for buns, egg salad and boterkoek. We kept going, the last 10km dragged on. When we finally got to our next accommodation we were spent. We parked our bicycles in the barn and were shown to our room. The house was very old and very big. We stripped off our soaking clothes and jumped in the nice warm shower. We dressed in our comfiest clothes and found the lounge room, a beautiful grand room with large windows and plenty of formal chairs. The carpet was plush and soft and the coffee was free. Shane and I found a 500-piece puzzle to occupy ourselves and we turned the fireplace to warm the large room.
We chatted with the owner of what used to be a working dairy farm and is now more of a large party venue. It is still a working farm, but in a far smaller capacity. Our Belgian friends came to the house around 1700, dripping wet as we were. We did our laundry with permission and cleaned up the finished puzzle.
Dinner was very, very delicious. Mustard-leek soup (that Shane loved!), fried pork with beans and potatoes from the garden. We were fed very well. After dinner, as were plotting our route for the following day, the owner of the farm came by the take us for a tour of the facilities. He was a funny guy and we all shared a few laughs. We settled back down at the table again, this time with a few beers. Our friends told us about the places we needed to see in both Bruge and Brussels, unfortunately they wouldn’t be in Brussels when we were, they were headed to Germany. They also gave us some beer and chocolate recommendations, very important.
The beds were so comfortable and we were so exhausted that we slept solidly through the night.