After landing in Brussels, we took the train to Arlon, a small town on the Luxembourg border. Everything went smoothly. Our luggage and bikes arrived safely and intact (thanks, Air Transat for making it easy and inexpensive to take your bikes on a plane!). Then it was a matter of getting our bikes on the train.
|At the Brussels-Nord train station.|
Not as easy as in Holland, but the Belgian rail people were unfailingly helpful and pleasant. Upon our arrival in Arlon, we found our little housekeeping apartment in the Appar'City "hotel" just a short pedal from the train station, settled in, and went to find some groceries for the next few meals. After that, we tried to plan our route for the next morning and then, almost literally, crashed. I was snoring by 9 p.m. local time. It has been a long day on the meagre two hours of "sleep" I got on the plane.
|The intrepid cyclists set out from Arlon.|
|View of the Adolphe Bridge in Luxembourg.|