It's usually interesting to exchange travel plans with other bikers, except this time we had to swallow hard and tame down our story. Our fellow travellers proudly announced they were going no further than Belgium . 
We go on deck. Missing the fresh air already? Alan takes safety precautions. We see a
man struggling to take photos of the gulls who are too near for his large lens.
We go on deck. Missing the fresh air already? Alan takes safety precautions. We see a
We get as far as Arlon on the Belgium/Luxembourg border. Mustn't say the 'c' word but it's freezing. Alan has fond memories of a camp site there being biker friendly, but where is it? Have they moved it? Ahhh, finally we find it and, shiver me timbers, the swimming pool is all ours. I wonder why?
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