Tuesday morning, tired as fuck, as always. Two of those three people I met yesterday were singing a birthday song for their mate.After I packed my stuff, I joined in for a word or two and left my number as well as the camping site.
Whenever I think of Bruges I think of the movie "In Bruges". Well, this is where I want to go today.
What awaited me were high temperatures (~35 degrees Celsius), against wind and 100km distance.The ride was so exhausting I couldn't really enjoy it. I had almost no shadow, the against wind made me ride slow as fuck.
On the plus side I was riding alongside some nice canals without much traffic.
After 10 hours I finally arrived in Bruges and the weather forecast predicted heavy rain tonight, so I decided to get shelter in a hotel room. My first night in a hotel. I really was looking forward to it.
High season in Bruges, prices sky rocketed and I should to pay 150EURs (breakfast included) for a single night in a shabby **(*) hotel. I didn't had the will to continue riding and the receptionist felt guilty and lowered the price to 135EUR.
The elevator was broken and my knee... oh well, I guess I don't have to mention it.
I had a shower, in a shower with a door at the ceiling (sorry for not taking a picture).
After looking at the door for to long I walked up a restaurant I came across earlier. It had a nice view to the townhall. I finished writing up my diary, ate my meal and walked home again, tired and exhausted and occupied my bed.
Good night...
