August 31, 2024
To Veurne
We have a longer ride than usual today but conditions are ideal for it. Flat of course, and generally going southwest with a robust tailwind the whole way. Once we make it out of Bruges we barely stop the whole way, arriving in Veurne in only a little over three hours. It’s likely the best rolling average we’ve maintained for the entire tour.
Like the Sirens singing to Ulysses, Bruges tosses a few more irresistible enticements our way as we circle the ring road on the way out of town, tempting us to stay longer and reminding us that we really should come back again and join the eight million other tourists some year. We’ll have to see about that.
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Video soundtrack: Joy Spring, by Clifford Brown
Once we’re out of town though it’s nearly nonstop for the next thirty miles. The first five are particularly pleasant, through the large beech/oak forest that Rachael hiked in yesterday. As we bike she keeps pointing out one spot after another that she recognizes until we finally reach new ground. Beyond that it’s mostly agricultural the rest of the way, largely planted in eight foot tall stands of corn that rustle and rattle in the wind as we race past them. We stop briefly for a few quick stops but mostly we just race on, our minds set on arriving in Veurne in time for lunch.
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Video sound track: Cast Your Fate to the Wind-Quincy Jones
We arrive at our lodging, Hotel Amaryllis, at 1:30. We know from our prior inquiry that they serve lunch until 2 but the place is empty when we walk in except for a couple at a table that look like they work here. When they see we’re here for the night and want to eat though they show us to an outdoor table and serve us up a fine meal. While we’re eating the lady of the house checks us in, gives us our orientation and keys to the room, and then disappears for the day.
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After a couple of hours I head out with the camera to check out the market square that we only got a sideways glimpse of when we arrived. Rachael decides to just hang out in the room, hoping to protect her health - because in a worrying development we haven’t mentioned before she may be getting sick. She’s developed a cough that’s huskier today than yesterday, and we’re playing things day by day looking at public transportation options in case she feels too ill to ride. Today with its warm conditions and robust tailwind is as good as we can hope for, but we’ll have to wait and see in the coming days.
I’m instantly attracted to the square when I enter it. It has just the right scale for us, especially after Bruges, and there’s enough to see to make an ideal overnight stop. Two would have worked well too, I imagine.
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The weather is really changing fast. I spend another five minutes taking a few more quick shots but when the first drops fall I find a covered table on the square. It’s barely sufficient, and most others that were outside quickly pick up their drinks and plates and relocate inside.
It’s a pretty wild scene for about a half hour, with the few people out rushing to get to their cars or hurriedly sheltering their bikes and themselves while bold flashes of lightning and deep rumbling crashes fill the air. It’s really pouring, and soon I’m isolated on a tiny island with rivers running down the bricks on either side of the table. I’m basically dry, but there’s enough blowing in under the umbrella that my tomato soup gets cooled down by a bit of rain and my wine glass clouds over from the mist.
And then it stops briefly. With rain expected off and on for the next hour and a half I take my break and head back to the hotel. On my way there I’m chagrined to remember that we left our bikes out in the open, uncovered. There’s nothing to be done about that now, but at least I can pour the water out of our helmets and take them up to the room to dry out.
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Today's ride: 35 miles (56 km)
Total: 3,639 miles (5,856 km)
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