The day started with the indignity of Friday be hauled upside down. What happens when you are a bit different, you get no respect.
A bad accident on the freeway (excuse me, "motorway") around London caused us to be behind schedule. When we got near the port, traffic was so backed up we unloaded the bikes and road the 2 miles in to the ship. Turns out it was late as well (about an hour) but it worked out well because they let bicycles on first and we got a good table for the crossing.
|Some of the offwhite Cliffs of Dover|
|Our ferry (with a random bicycler)|
There was no bike route out of the port, so we rode on street, causing some drivers frustration -- they should honk at the French government for not building a bike route away from traffic.
Soon we were in the countryside. The wind was very strong, 20mph I'd guess at times. Mostly it was a cross wind but that was enough to make for tough going. Sometimes it was a headwind, pure torture. Very occasionally a tailwind.
Tim (my cycling companion) told me Cassel was on a big hill. What he didn't tell me that it was nearly 180m over sea level and the highest point in French Flanders. All but about 50 of those meters were in the last 4-5 km, I am not ashamed to say there was walking of the bikes.
But the beer at the top was worth it.
|Our Hotel, Hotel-Restaurant Le Foch|
|Triple Secret Des Moines|
Next was another local beer, one that I had had before, 3 Monts from Brasserie de Saint Sylvestre. What I didn't know before, was the Cassel is one of the 3 mountains. It is brewed just a few miles from here.
|Our hostess opens the beer.|
We wandered down the street to the Kerelshof, described to me as the best beer bar in town. It certainly is a very nice place and would stand with the better beer bars I've visited.
|Dalva, Brasserie Thiriez|
Next up was a more traditional Biere de Garde, Cuvee Des Jonquilles from Brasserie Baileux in Gussignies. Very Tasty.
The had another French IPA, Hop, Hop, Hop from Brasserie du Caou in Merville. With a name like that, you couldn't pass it by. Nice, but I think I liked the Dalva more.
By now it was past 11pm and my legs were telling me they were going to quit working if I didn't soon get horizontal, so I called it a night.
Total Distance Ridden: 46.5km
Tomorrow: Cassel to Oudenaarde but if the weather is bad we may take the train if we can reach Poperinge.