Fighting the Cobbles - My trip to Belgium in 2018, Part 23 - Leaving Tervuren

This blog continues the previous Part 22,
https://gerdiwanninger.blogspot.com/2018/09/fighting-cobbles-my-trip-to-belgium-in_12.html

Wednesday, June 27, 2018

     

   Enjoying the companionship with Rene felt like being with an old friend sharing the good things in life and having a good time. He did not hold back to share his experiences, gave me a lot of advice and I felt that he wanted to help this foreigner as much as he could even we knew only for a few minutes. 

My friend Rene in his Wineyard

   At around 9:00 his wife, a late riser as Rene joked, joined us. I have to admit that her English was much better than Rene's... She helped him to find their hiking maps and Rene was surprised that I did not have any on me. So he opened several maps on the breakfast table and showed me a nice trekking trail to the city of Wavre, the next big city on my way. I took some picture but mainly noted the names of the towns and the numbers of the trekking routes in my small red notebook (no, not Mao's Bible!).

   As I had to leave Rene and his lovely wife made me some sandwiches and crashed some walnuts which he put in a beautiful real waxed paper bag for 'the road'! These few hours were a great experience and restored my faith in the human nature. But I also felt a little uncomfortable because I mostly received but could not give a lot in return.

   Finally I hugged both of them, thanked again and went with my messenger bag, the sports bag on rolls and with a heavy heart on my way...

   As mentioned before Belgium has a nice system of road numbers marking each trail with a number which is clearly shown on the right side of the road. When you know the number you surely find the 'right' way to your destination.

Route Numbers for Cyclists and Pedestrians

    After leaving Rene I headed for the linden tree which gave me shelter during the last night. After greeting my 'old friend' the tree for the last time I followed country roads crossing some hilly terrain with fields as far as my eyes could see. I am not a country boy and therefore can only imagine how much work and effort goes into these fields insuring ample food supplies not only for Belgium but also for the whole European Union and their products are even exported into the world. 

   It felt great walking after meeting great people, sharing a good breakfast and travel with a ton of advice through this landscape crossing smooth hills. There were no cars and only occasionally few bikers. Pulling my bag I sensed a kind of freedom and was very curious what would happen after the next corner.

   After a while I've decided to put on my sun glasses because the sun burned on me and the fields around. I was glad that I wore a long sleeved shirt; I always trek in long pants. For my neck I had a round cloth which could also function as a headpiece, on my head I wore a bright yellow cap for others to see. All this equipment has on this day only one function: to protect me from the sun! Nothing would be more painful than a sunburn during holidays.

Biker passing my Sports Bag on Wheels with the Messenger Bag attached on its Handle

   Sometimes the design of the country road separates the motorways from the bikers and pedestrians. For me this shows how much blood, sweat and tears the various Belgian governments invest into their country for the people to enjoy...

   Belgium is not a big country, on one side you feel a sense of freedom but on the other side you are never too far away from the next town. Following a path downhill I finally left the countryside and came to the main road; turning left will lead me to the city of Huldenberg.

   Not far away from this intersection I noticed a statue of several colored race bikers beside the road. Belgium is a country not only famous for but even more crazy for cycling and this is clearly shown here.

Racing Bike Statue near Huldenberg

   The reason why these riders are here because the town of Huldenberg (berg = mountain) is part of many Belgian bike races. There is a steep mountain climb in this predominant flat country.

(to be continued@

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Fighting the Cobbles - My trip to Belgium in 2018, Part 22 - In Tervuren (2)

This blog continues the previous Part 21,
https://gerdiwanninger.blogspot.com/2018/09/fighting-cobbles-my-trip-to-belgium-in_9.html

Wednesday, June 27, 2018

     

"We shall never know all the good that a simple smile can do."

Mother Teresa 

   The advantage of traveling in Belgium in that the summer have long days. The sun rises around 6:00 o'clock in the morning and sets after 9:30 in the evening. There is plenty of time to be active during these long hours, a big plus in Europe.   

   At around 5:30 in the morning I woke up, I know it was much too early. But opening the zippers of my small tent I noticed a very beautiful sunrise in the progress to start. There was no way to get back in my sleeping bag. My resting heart rate jumped up immediately, I had to take my camera and the tripod to record the rising of the sun after my first night in mother’s nature. 

Room with a View

   
   With my equipment I jumped around like crazy, tried different views, different angles and different programs on my new camera. Compared to my older it has a flip-up screen, a big advantage for low angle shots and even selfies, which I am not very fond of.

   For me the most important equipment beside the camera is the tripod, I can use a low ISO with a long shutter time without worrying about blurs. Mine is 746 g light and only 36 cm long folded (incl. the ball head). For a light camera like mine it is sufficient and I enjoy the handling of the tripod. I bought it around 10 years ago, some chipping of the color shows that it had extensive use. It was made by a Japanese company in Thailand; their slogan is, with a hind to its competitors, 'the most copied tripod line in the world!' 

Morning has broken, like the first Morning…

   I've spend around 1 hour being a child with the simple pleasure of soaking up the  magic of this morning; I still could be running around if my stomach would not call louder by every minute. 

   I walked back to my tent and pulled my luggage with yesterday's food out of it. In this moment the benches and the table became hand even some flies tried to get before me at the food. While I was enjoying my breakfast and elder gentlemen rode slowly along the road with his bike and stopped. I looked at him and he asked in broken English: 

"Do you have breakfast."

"Yes, I do..." I answered.

"Would you like to join me for breakfast in my house? I live along the road."

A little surprised I asked: "Which is the number of your house?"

He answered with a smile: "You will find it!" and slowly he rode away.
   I did not know what to make of it but, of course, I was curious. It was already after 7:00 and I had to tear down my tent and pack all of my stuff into the sports bag or 'home' on wheels anyway. I left for the town of Duisburg but on the last corner I turned back to the linden tree and said farewell because it was so kind to give me a rest for the night.

And all I see is just a Linden Tree..'Thank You!'

   I followed the main road into Duisburg and noticed a grapevine beside the road. Even one of the most famous Belgian products is a sweet non-alcoholic products which is named 'champagne' in Taiwan I did not see growing grapes so I took a photo. Just when I was finished the elder gentlemen came from the back of his house and invited me to come in.

   My luggage got pulled up a small hill and we arrived at the backyard of the landlord who introduced himself as Rene. He prepared already a nice table with a cloth, on it everything a trekker's heart desires. 

My Host Rene, a kind Trekker himself who invited me for Breakfast in his Back Garden

   Rene is a retired but a very active person. He asked me if I want coffee, gave me a plate with the silverware, cut thick pieces from his bread, offered me sausage and cheese from the French Dordogne region which he bought on a weekend farmer's market nearby. As I cut a small piece from his delicious cheese he encouraged me to cut a thicker piece to truly 'taste' the French flavor.

   As a trekker himself he had a lot of stories to share. As a Catholic he walked several times the pilgrimage path to Santiago de Campostela which is a very famous destination in Spain. But he told me that he carries a big backpack with all his stuff, not a rolling sports bag like me. I appreciated his openness and I understand that everyone is different...

   He shared some of his pilgrimage travels because at home I had a cross which I fixed on my camera bag as a sign that I trust in the Lord Jesus Christ. Rene mentioned this simple cross twice during this unforgettable morning.
   Full from the offered breakfast he showed me around in his backyard. He had a white hen called 'Blanchette' which comes from the French 'blanc' meaning white. She laid over 40 eggs and Rene bought a 'breeder' for the eggs. 25 of them hatched for them he constructed a hen house made of mesh. He showed me many of his own planted berry bushes and fruit trees, his machine house with a lot of tools, equipment etc.

My Host Rene with his favorite Free range Hen Blanchette. 

The result of the hatched eggs can be seen behind the fence in the background

(to be continued@

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