So, I packed up and left Bruges. I headed down the back roads towards Ghent, where I'd heard rumours of great waffles, and having had none in Bruges, this seemed like a plan. Unfortunately, when I got to Ghent, I got caught up in a mass of one way systems and when checking if the waffletorium was open, saw it didn't serve waffles until later in the day. I decided instead to press on and see if I could find some waffles further East in Belgium. To make up some time, I decided to hit the motorway, and this was fine until near Brussels, where the traffic was pretty heavy. Heading away from Brussels it got better again, but the roads remained straight and flat and not terribly exciting. Then, just as I was starting to dislike the flatness of Belgium, hills started to appear. Having found some, I got off the motorway, re-programmed the sat nav, and headed into the hills.

This was so much more fun, lots of ups, downs and twisty roads. Eventually, after failing to find anywhere inspiring for lunch, and deciding anything would do, I finally found a place that looked good. It was a bit late for lunch, but the boulangerie/cafe was open and had lots of food. The lady asked me in French if I wanted a sandwich. Why, yes, that would be great, I replied. Well, you can't we, don't have any of the sandwich loaves left, she said. Sure, there were no French sticks, but I could see many different sorts of bread that looked good. Unfortunately, my French wasn't really up to discussing which breads could and couldn't be used to make sandwiches, so I went straight to the waffle course. The waffle was fine, but slightly underwhelming, so I hadn't really got my proper, amazing waffle fix, but at least I'd been fed. Lots of more nice twisty roads as I headed south and eventually into Luxembourg.

The nice twisty roads continued through open skies, fields and forests all the way into Luxembourg city. Luxembourg city was impressively steep, and a bit busy with traffic, but I quickly made it to the accommodation. I soon made some friends and we headed out to an old brewery which was still brewing, but was also a German beer hall. We had some tasty beer and tarte flambee (the Belgian version of pizza), and some good conversation. Then we headed up into town to see what was going on, and stopped in for a quick beer before heading back.