Leaving for such an adventure, you know you are never quite ready. In the morning me and my travel partner, Jeroen, raced through the city to do some last minute errands. We also decided to skip the Netherlands and take a train into Belgium, we have both cycled more than enought in the Netherlands so it is not even remotely interesting anymore.
Starting directly in a forgein country would help us capture the spirit again that we’ve lost during the rushed preparation this morning. Ofcourse the trains we delayed and they didn’t want us to take bike with us, so fortunately at 14:30, we stepped out in Leuven to start our first non motorized kilometers of the journey!
Only after 100 meters the first and the major problem of the day occured, a screw in Jeroens’ bag carrier broke and we spend the entire day every other 3 km, stopping to fix his carrier. This ofcourse doesn’t help get us in the right mindset, when frustration is growing to material break downs.
The hero of the day was a bike repairman who helped to fix it for atleast 20 kilometers, finally giving us some clearance in the head to focus on the adventure itself. Just 61 km done we arrived at 20:30 on a camping in the middle of nowhere. Somewhere between Brussels and Charleroi. The Flemish fields have shown their true beauty last night with the setting sun while we inched through them. We got a beer offered by a lovely English couple which helped us to fall a sleep really fast. Time for day two, hopefully without problems!