Whilst writing some recent posts I was looking through some photos from my first summer in Europe that I spent with four friends backpacking. We had so much fun together, we didn’t have a care in the world and little money in our pockets but we made it and have a lot of great stories from that trip.
One story which I find particularly funny was the time that we hired bikes in Bruges, Belgium to take a trip out to the seaside for the day. We had our map, we had directions and we knew it had to take about an hour on the bikes. We set off and one of friends said he would meet us there as he was feeling a little worse for wear from the night before. The bike ride was easy, it was along a beautiful canal and in a straight line until we got to a little village. After checking the map several times we decided as a group to head in one direction and not the other.
After riding for about another hour (two hours at this point) we arrived in a small town called Sluis. After having a wander around we all agreed something was a bit different, was it the language? Was it that we weren’t at the seaside? We didn’t know. As we sat down to order lunch we asked the waitress to show us on the map of Belgium where we were. She chuckled and said “you’re in the Netherlands not Belgium”. Our initial reaction was of course how the heck did that happen? I did then remember crossing a red painted line at one point that was obviously the border so without knowing it we had ridden our bikes to another country. We all found this highly amusing, all except our friend who had indeed found his way to the seaside and was wondering where we were!