Days 62-65. 62mi to Antwerp after a few days drinking lambic around Brussels. Things got real Dutch real fast, and we won’t cross the border until tomorrow.
Day 61. A few wet cobbles is too many wet cobbles.
Days 59 & 60, but mostly 59. 77mi through Wallonia with a stop in Soy to visit Dany Prignon at Brasseire Fantôme, brewer of ever changing, ever interesting, saisons. I’d emailed Dany last week about stopping by, and he replied that he’d be around Saturday afternoon when we figured we’d get in. We rolled up around 2pm, and milled about until Dany popped out of the back. It turned out he hadn’t been to the brewery in a few weeks. He poured us a couple beers, showed us around, and went to read the paper. We were there for nearly two hours. No one else came or went. I bought some bottles to drink in Namur, Dany went back to reading the paper. I’m grateful I can get this beer in Denver, and that Dany brews it all, in this small barn, in tiny Soy.
Days 57 & 58. 113mi out of France, via the citadel of Rodemack, across Luxembourg, and into the punishing hills and endless planted timber forests of Belgium.
