We rode through the vineyards with their glorious limestone chateaux, we arrived fairly late in the evening and the sun was liquid gold on the vines.
To our amusement, perhaps nothing unusual in France, we had to park our bikes up a flight of stairs on the first floor, through a window and onto the neighbours roof!
Brugge felt a bit like stepping into a fairytale, back in time – with swans floating effortlessly on glassy water creasing the reflections of the storybook houses above them.
Despite the wind, the rain and the cold, cycling in Holland was an incredible adventure. The cycling infrastructure and the numbered cycle route system make it a very enjoyable experience. The Dutch people were both friendly and helpful and we felt welcomed in this windy and wet country!
A favourite pastime in Amsterdam was to simply wander along the canals, imagining the lives of the people living in the lavish houses along its banks.
We both agreed, that if for some reason we had to go home after this week, we would remember it for the rest of our lives.