Belgium's Best

On our way through Belgium toward the boarder of France, Steve and I were stopped on a bridge, map in hand, when a local cyclist asked if we were "perdu?". That means lost, I guess in French. We must have had that look about us, because not only did the man tell us which way to go, he also escorted us most of the way and would have continued if the bracket on my rear panniers hadn't busted just as we entered the town of Soignies. The man continued on his way, and we stopped for repairs. Just as Steve was tightening the last bolt, the man returned, this time with his wife, and they invited us to spend the night. Without a moment's hesitation, we gladly accepted! Below is a picture of Bernard and Catherine, the very kind couple who took pity on us and fed us pizza until we were ready to burst! Thank you for a great evening!