It’s Wednesday evening and the weather is good. Many people in Ghent are trying to catch a glimpse of the bright sunshine that is still taking care of the summer feeling we all wish to have. ...read more!
For 5 days long my Motormaus and I cruised next to the European rivers, such as the Meuse, Moselle and the Rhine, by motorcycle. We drove through Belgium, Germany, a tiny part of France and eventually went back to where life started; Holanda! ...read more!
It is Friday morning and I wake up in the city of Ghent. After some scrambled eggs, made by the charming lady of the breakfast room from the NH hotel, I put my backpack on and walk outside to catch a tram ride to the train station. Upon arrival at the train station of Ghent St. Pieters I only have to spend half an hour traveling by train to get to Bruges. ...read more!
Early in the morning a cold breeze passes my bare face as I walk towards the train station of Eindhoven for my four hour voyage to Ghent. I enter the intercity train and as soon as the rails start crossing the Belgium border I notice this journey passes a scenic route. Some astonishing villas surrounded by a high density of trees make it worthwhile looking through the window instead of reading my book. ...read more!
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