Hauts de France & Grand Est Across the Belgium border appeared much more open landscapes, fields, pastures and forests. The landscape also got slightly hilly – but so far the hills have remained low. Exposed brick houses, which were typical around the coast, were in more remote villages increasingly being replaced by houses built of stone, as if cut from typical pictures of the French countryside. The river Meuse swirls through the landscape, at the moment it was full to the brim in most places, and along the river I continued to the southeast, in parallel with the border of Belgium. Due to proximity of this particuar border I was gradually more often spottig concrete bunkers in the fields. And then I got to the massive fortress from the Prussian-French…

Officially I wasn’t supposed to get to Belgium from the Netherlands because of a last minute Covid rules update – but since the border for example in the small town of Putte runs through the middle of the square, it was enough to mix among the pedestrians who were casually crossing the border for example to go home from shopping. Belgium proved to be far less picture-perfect than the Netherlands. Even in Brussels itself, only the central square is decorated and gilded, while all around are much less fashionable suburbs and large industrial zones. Instead of windmills I came across two power plants straight in the Brussels suburbs. And, for example, in Casteu I rode around a giant base of NATO’s European supreme headquarters, but there I rather did not…

This time I thought that after more than a year of Covid, symbolically ended by a tornado in Moravia, there was enough excitement already and it would be wise to choose as the holiday starting point a place generally considered non-exciting, even boring. Belgium, for instance. Into which I would get boringly via Germany by train. This nice resolution failed immediately at the start: the west of Germany, Belgium and Luxembourg were hit by one in a century floods.