So we arrive at our hotel and find out we own the place. The hotel gives it’s staff a day off every year and, yep, this is their day off. They left the keys for our guides and our room key lets us in and out of the hotel and we are all alone. We could cook in the kitchen, steal the front desk computers, the inmates have taken over the asylum. And people wonder if the Belgians are trusting, duh.
We had lunch and a beer at an Egyptian restaurant in Oudenourde, of course.
Me in my Peace River Rider jersey in front of an old windmill
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