Canal from Plassendale to Brugge was larger and very quiet, until I met a convoy of 20 boats close together. This is because they only raise the bridges for convoys of boats- and when I arrived, no convoy, so I had to wait for more than an hour. No big deal: the weather is finally great. The convoy posed a real nuisance for a single rower as the wakes built up. He was upset and bailing constantly. He waved nicely to me as I crept by with little wake.
Brugge is a wonderful place where I’ve been before by car, and shared time there with both my family and with friends. My daughter and I climbed both bell towers and enjoyed the carillon. Probably one of my first major ‘bell-infections’!
After making the arrival into the city-center mooring area, I was informed that there was a big parade starting shortly. I hurried into the main square, and found a vantage point. There will be lots more in the next posting about this event, with lots of pictures.
I’m spending the next day visiting and re-visiting Brugge. Then, on to Ghent.