I hate to repeat myself, but again, just like at the last few borders, crossing over into France could hardly have been less dramatic. If it wasn’t for GPS I’d have totally missed the fact that I’d just made it over another border. This time there were no signs, no pillars, and no change in road surfacing. Just green fields ahead and green fields behind me, with a muddy path snaking through them. It really was the dissolution of internal borders at its finest (to be fair, I was just a few kilometres away from the town of Schengen itself).
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One month in
As of the 26th August, I’m now a month into cycling from Maastricht to Malta. I’ve crossed 5 of 6 borders and covered 1200 of 2837 km. I’ve come a long way, and a lot has happened already.
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Campers no more
Our first stop on our grand Luxembourgish tour was to be at ALDI, located quite conveniently right on the border. According to my GPS, the car park was actually Belgian territory while the store itself was in Luxembourg. And it showed, just over the border and already an entire section of the store stacked with cheap cigarettes and alcohol.
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Belgium – The best of the rest
Day 2 brought with it an interesting combination of killer hills and unplanned adventures. We had a bit of a late start in the morning because I’d needed some time for sewing – my panniers had started to rip at the seams and were in need of reinforcement. We eventually packed up camp, headed back down the dirt road and joined our original route once again. Continue Reading →
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Departure Day
It’d been an exciting month already. In just a matter of weeks, I’d finished my Bachelors thesis, welcomed the family in Maastricht, graduated, found a cycling buddy for the first leg of homebound, spent some days at a music festival in Belgium, and packed my bags to send home all that was not coming with me by bike with my ever-so-kind brother.
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