A decade old Belgian affair
Nearly ten years ago… The previous evening’s Eurostar arrival after dark and subsequent confusion with taxi collection involving a side of the economy best left forgotten seemed like ancient history. I was riding around Paal […]
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Not riding up the Koppenberg
I don’t remember that much about popping over the channel to ride, watch racing and eat chips with Ridley and Bioracer at the Ronde van Vlaanderen because I was coming out of an opiate daze […]
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To Visit England
The call came and the plane left. France to Belgium, Belgium to England, then England back to France. Mostly with The Other Belgian. He was writing about visiting the UK for a day for a […]
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I suppose I could have changed my name…
It was a few years ago now and the second time I’d been up the Atomium building in central Brussels and not found any chips at the top. I know the Belgians like a dollop […]
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