Belgium August 2010. [ Back ] [ Home ]
It rained. We caught lizards.
"Why Belgium again? This is the fourth year in a row you've been there;
aren't you bored of it by now?"
We often get asked this question. 100%
of the people who ask generally either go camping in the UK, or go to
the same
holiday location in either Spain or France every year. One guy who asks
has been going to the same town in Cyprus for near 40 years every
summer. I'm a little tired of
defending poor old Belgium to people that either sit in a field for two
weeks, or spend ten days smashed on sangria in a pool side bar. We've
done the Rockies in winter and -20C, a tour of Iceland, plus New York
for a weekend type holidays more times than I care to remember. Las
Vegas? Tick. Skiing? Tick. Regular cheap tourist deals to the former
satellite states of the Soviet Republic? Tick. Done it. What we are
tired of is the
"holiday on a plate" type situation, where as a tourist you are
pre-served your two week's activities at the time of booking, or get
met by a tourist rep and coach at the airport. A friend
of ours once went to Las Vegas and the Grand Canyon for two weeks; he
arranged everything here in the UK. Flights, car, where he would be
staying each night, what he would be doing each day right down to where
he'd be eating each night. What's the point
of that? Boringsville. We like
to look and find stuff now. Prior to the kids coming along we used to
just get flights out, and that was the extent of our organising. Now
with kids it's a bit hard turning up in, say, Lisboa at 3am with no
accommodation organised. Hence why we've use the Ardennes and
pre-booked
rental homes as a base for
exploration [ click here to see where we stayed ]. And anyway I like the cycling there! Did you know
that up to 15,000 cyclists turn up to Sunday mountain bike rides? That
Houffalize is home to world class mountain bike racing? You
didn't know that did you?
Enough defending the place. We like it, and don't care if you don't
understand our motives for going. On average in any given year we seem
to
spend a month in Belgium; either the coast or the Ardennes. We'll also
go elsewhere during the year, but
invariably wife will re-book Belgium at some point. There is also a
fundamental reason for this; children like a bit of familiarity until
they are about nine or ten. We're providing them with a nice base for
the rest of their lives. Er, I hope. Also for our Christmas break we
really can't be arsed driving miles, and we can be on the coast in
Belgium in less time than it can sometimes take to drive to somewhere
interesting in the UK; like Reading or Swindon.
This year we've chosen to sample the Germanic side of the Ardennes up
near Spa. Why? 'cause my wife spotted a 'designer' house she liked the
look of, and she fancied exploring Germany a bit more. It's also on a
posted MTB route, so good to go for me.
Generally find parent's happy, kids happy too. And this year I have my
happy i-gotU gps device so that I can show you my routes. This I can
tie in with my photographs. And, well, even though we like the Ardennes
it isn't actually that big. In three years we've done most of it and
probably know it better than most Belgiums. Actually scratch that last
statement; I'd say we definitely know it better than 90% of Belgium
people.
Oh and the best bit is that it is relatively cheap to rent there. Far
less than it would be in the UK, and you get an architect designed home
as well. To be brutally honest, I think we've kind of done Belgium now.
Although a pleasant enough place, the Eifel region of Germany holds so
much more of interest and is actually fairly accessible from the UK. My
wife has actually gone out and bought a German phrase book; she's never
done that before. The other reason for moving on is that we've realised
we are as ignorant as pig shit when it comes to life in Germany in
general. Sure we've been a few times, possibly my wife has spent two
weeks there in total, and myself six weeks, but most of that was either
in shitty Berlin, surprisingly dull Aachen oron a NATO base in Munchen
Gladbach.
But the main question really is what bike to take. One ride posting on
the web gave a ride of 40km as having 1,500m of climbing. Ouch! Of
course that also means 1,500m of descending! Having ridden in Belgium I
know that the rides are a mix of miles of fire roads, steep climbs and
virtually unrideable descents. In other words none suited to any
particular UK based rig. The Belgium riders themselves ride what are
essentially cyclo cross bikes with suspension and disc brakes; i.e.
short travel, lightweight mountain bikes. Now my Tassajara fits that
description, but I'm addicted to my Pace, and I have a soft spot for
the Klein Mantra I have. Decisions, decisions.This is not helped by the
fact that one does not know the terrain until one actually gets there.
You try finding the equivalent of an OS map in your local WHSmiths. In
the end I took the Pace, and as usual it was compromised. The locals
seem to be edging towards 100mm full suspension bikes - as indeed are
most sensible people. The Pace was fine on the little downhill bits,
but a right faff going uphill. Right kind of weight, but too high at
the front.
Getting there.
We drive. Er, on motorways. That's all I'm going to say; go get a map.
Of note this year was that I've finally given in and bought a carrier
for the bike; it now goes on the roof-rack instead of being dismantled
into little pieces and then hidden throughout the car. It was always a
bit boring putting the thing together on the first day of any holiday.
Not to mention wife finding a rear mech in her laundry bag. Wife,
bless, the week before - the week before I add! - went out and bought a
bigger ca, which we picked up the day before we travelledr. So we
packed it full, much to the amusement of our builder
neighour. He saw me putting onions into the boot, so I told him I was
off to France. He was even more amused ten minutes later when we
returned to pick up the tickets that we'd forgotten.
The drive down by the way is boring, made fun only by late lane
changing Belgiums. They'll be doing 47mph, you 95mph. Two car lengths
away, they move in-front with a flick of the indicator. Or the other
joy is when you are doing 70mph and one sweeps in from an interchange
doing a good 120mph and attaches themselves to your bumper. In the UK
people do this all of the time, but here you'd have happily been
driving along near vacant roads for 20 minutes when somebody does it
entirely at random. Kind of spoils that happy reverie you'd gotten
yourself into.
This year wee took a Renault Scenic as our mode of transport. Well we
had no choice really, this being the car we own. Very comfortable to
drive, and relaxing on the motorway. Bit thirsty if you've the petrol
version as we have, and the 1600cc could do with more power in the
hills, but we're pleased with the thing. It certainly took all our crap.
The Ardennes.
We're up near Malmedy this year - essentially Spa-Franchorchamps and
the
Nurburgring, and you know how hilly those places are. Our house is on
top of a 500m hill; I can see for 40 miles. Well actually what does
that mean really? If I look up I can see the sun, and that's 93 million
miles away. Anyway, I have a bloody good view. The area is awash with
money. It's not lying on the floor, but the people appear very
affluent. They are also hugely friendly, so instantly we prefer the
Germanic side of the Ardennen. Mind we've yet to order in a restaurant.
Everybody knows what fun that can be. My wife once mistakenly ordered
calves brain. That was a joy. She looked like vomiting, so we had to
swop. I'm sure that's the only reason women get married. It's patently
not to have huge amounts of free sex. I suspect it is either to swop
out gross food stuffs or get rid of Daddy long legs.
Of course being up on top of a 500m hill means a) that I'm stuffed bike
wise on the way back from each ride and b) we cop all the rain. At
least one can see it coming so there's no surprise when it does start
to rain. Every single ride ends with me being a sweaty mess.
The other joy of being perched high up is the weather. As I write it is
blowing a gale, we have horizontal rain and, mid to late August, 10:00
hours and it is 7 degrees C.
Insects. A subject that anybody who holidays in areas with lots of
livestock will be familiar. Flies we have in abundance, as we do
mosquitoes. But this year we have Daddy Long Legs in abundance.
Actually given that here some are as thick as a pencil perhaps they are
called Daddy Fat Bastards? On our car we had one bug splatter that
looked as though somebody had thrown an egg at the car. Huge it was.
Gross.
Things to do other than riding a bike in the rain.
Man, where do I start. Much of what there is, is hidden behind a
language barrier or bizarrely written brochures. Museum of clothes
driers anybody? A fascinating study of washing through the years. I
like that. Means you have to look and find. I've
collected some websites for you to look at...... But one warning;
generally after 19:30 the Arden closes shop. Nothing will be open and
there will be nobody about. Especially on weekends. No Belgium person
in history has ever had less than 12 hours sleep per night. If anybody
wants to invade Belgium, do it after 7pm when the army goes to bed, but
bring your own food. In all honesty, whilst annoying it is no different
to being in Wales or Scotland so one can work around the odd closing
times. Just bear in mind that an area may well be totally closed; no
petrol stations, corner shops or fast food outlets. You soon learn to
fill up when you see a petrol station or supermarket open.
One word of caution; the Belgiums are into events. Some of the smaller
towns close to host cycling or auto events. Quite frankly this is
brilliant. Imagine waking up to find classic motorcycles streaming by,
or 15,000 mountain bikers, or a big cyclo cross event..... Excellent!
During the summer there are always cyclists around so you could ask
them for local routes.
Malmedy is really where you want to go for finding stuff out, for
restaurants, a good Trek based bike shop [that bizarrely does not stock
local maps] and food as it has a large
Carrefour. Don't bother paying to park in the town centre as it is free
just outside. Literally; it is free to park on the side streets just
off the main drag. Oh and if you have children under 9 there is a good
playground with cafe and toilets. Waimes has all the car dealers if you
need auto work. Malmedy is also actually home to the F1 track, even
though it is allegedly at Spa-Franchorchamps. Don't believe me? Tell
you what; I'll park at Malmedy and cycle to the circuit. You can start
at Spa, and I'll let you drive. I'll get the beers in! Mind it'll cost
you £400 to get in on the Sunday.
Without fail I buy an eight euro map from the local tourist centre
[well there'd be no point buying one for Nairobi now would there?]. The
mountain bike
routes are all posted. See www.ngi.be for information. There is a four
cross and downhill track at Saint Vith, allegedly although I suspect it
has yet to be built as of 2010 as I couldn't find it. They do this a
lot; publicise something in a brochure, and when you get there find it
is proposed subject to funding. But that's being negative and unfair to
a land that is in many ways leaving us behind. Did you know that here,
in addition to most towns not only having signposted MTB routes and
designated maps, they can provide you with a pre-programmed GPS device
and handlebar mount? Too tame? Then try MTB based geocaching. Or if you
are fit there is a 190km posted route, the Grande Traversee des Cantons
de L'Est, or unfit then do the Descent des Fagnes, but you'd need a
lift back.
One interesting place to visit is the little town of Gerolstein in
Germany. Not much there, and generally most people pass by on their way
to the Nurburgring. This is fine; we pass it by now also. However, we
always without fail stop by the station, cross the road to the little
park. There is a natural spring. This spring produces fizzy,
mineralised water that is alleged to be especially good for cyclists.
Whatever, but there is a simple joy in filling up every water bottle
with rather lovely mineral water. Generally there is a queue of locals.
Of course you could always use the town as a base in and of itself. It
has everything you need [well apart from a bike shop].
www.wildpark-daun.de
This is a rather bizarre, but lovely wildlife park in Daun, Germany. As
per the UK you drive around inside an enclosure. Unlike the UK, here
you are allowed to get out of your car and feed the animals. Adds an
element of excitement to things. The cafe, interestingly, sells in
season game. Great! You look at the animals then eat them. I like that.
There is a large playground for the children, overlooked by the cafe.
You eat, they play. Outside the facility there is a fun sommerrodelbahn
- a metal toboggan run. Our kids loved that.
Hautes-Fagnes.
My personal favourite. We'd seen it advertised in the tourist
information places, but quite frankly a boardwalk through a peat bog
didn't sound too interesting. It doesn't does it? Only coming back from
Eupen I saw a path going off to nowhere. It ended up as one of these
boardwalks. Well that was it; we spent three days exploring them and
each boardwalk
was utterly captivating. My children particularly
enjoyed capturing the little viviparous lizards, of which there are
hundreds sunning themselves on the wood planks. The one shown here was
especially friendly and kept coming back, being quite happy to be
handled by all of us.
Chlorophylle
This is a lovely little wooded area to take the children, as it has a
rather nice cafe attached to the playground! Essentially it is a guided
walk through the woods with several playgrounds. The cafe has a BBQ on
weekends, and serves strong beer. All very civilised, and getting more
and more popular with the English oddly enough.
Mountain Bike related websites; Germany and Belgium.
www.eastbelgium.com/mountainbike for details of the bike parks at Ferme
Libert and Ovifat, both former ski slopes. Uplift facilities provided -
you don't often see that now do you? Over in Germany try www.vulkanbike.de for slightly more adventurous events and a North Shore boardwalk section near the town of Daun.
www.ardennebleueavelo.be
www.houffa-bike.com
www.x-free-sport.be
Driving stuff.
www.ring-werk.com
Need I say anything about the Nurburgring? Well actually I should. I'd
imagined a place of constant activity; of cars haring around all the
time. They don't. I knew nothing of the 'ring prior, so we went into
the visitors centre. £50 later we were in.... to what is a big
motorway service station. Hmmm, so out we went and asked about public
viewing of the track. More money required, and under no circumstances
could one enter otherwise. This sounded odd to me as I know the track
can be driven on as if it were a public road. Turns out there are two
Nurburgrings. One the F1 track, the other that we all know and love.
This I found out you access through the town of Nurburg. So if you go,
check to see if anything is on and give the visitor centre a miss.
Naturally our 1600cc Scenic now sports a Nurburgring sticker.
Of course the main thing one should be doing here is bringing a big
motorbike or two seater sports car. The roads are excellent; twisty and
fast. Hit the German Eifel region near Gerolstein and some roads are
virtually race tracks. We mistakenly got onto one and it was like being
in a family hatch back at Brands Hatch on race day. You rarely see
Police and there are no speed cameras. Most restaurants have bikers
welcome signs outside. If I still had my motorbike this is the place
I'd come to no doubt. You could be a real loon here and nobody would
know.
We actually found Germany to be the more interesting place to visit
this year, especially the little town of Monshau. This town obviously
depends entirely upon tourism for it's income, yet the people there are
not at all stuffy about it in the way that a town in the UK would.
Everybody gets welcomed as if they've lived there all their lives, and
you don't feel ripped off as the prices charged are entirely rational.
The town is stuffed full of people making food from scratch, much of it
a speciality to the town. Be warned that some of the stuff, especially
the cakes, is, ahem, wierd. The houses are very medieval in look, so
utterly photogenic. It helps that two small rivers run through the
town, and have been adorned with iron sculptures. The town lies in a
valley and is surrounded by steep hills on all sides, all of which are
covered in pathways clinging to their sides. Every which way you go it
is just lovely. Well worth a visit. And don't worry about getting bored
looking at the place, as the castle holds any number of cultural
events. One suspects that the place can get very busy, but it never
felt crowded when we were there. Try and get there early, as parking is
limited.
Plopsa land at Coo.
If there are four of you and you have around two hundred euro's burning
a hole in your pocket then you could do worse than visit Plopsa Land.
There are four of them in Belgium and the Netherlands, and they are a kind of mini theme
park. Water slides, toboggans etc. but geared towards children of 1.2m
and taller. So 5 to 95 then. Be warned, even on quiet days you will
queue for over an hour for the popular rides. Luckily there are a few
other distractions so no need to spend more than four hours
in queue's during a typical visit. Our personal favourite was the
large toboggan ride, although this can easily be spoilt by following a
slow person down. The train through the animal park is pleasant and a
good excuse for a 40 minute sit down. Quite a few locals use the place
as a park for their kids as there is no entrance fee to get in. We did
this on day one, and our children were happy to play on the small
beach, on the playground equipment and to feed the goats and fish.
Naturally this will all stop once they realise how good the rides are.
Be warned that the sweat shop is expensive, and under no circumstances
go near to the pick and mix.
If you go on-line prior to your visit they do discount coupons of 20%,
or you can buy an annual pass. Obviously you'd have to really, really
like Plopsa for this.
Property rental.
we use Ardennes-Etape, and they have been pretty good. The houses are
described well, although their actual locational instructions on the
web could be
better. It's a bit like booking a house here, and it "being in Surrey"
somewhere. But mainly they are cheap compared to the UK. Our 6
bedroomed
luxury house was cheaper to rent than a caravan in Clacton. Even adding
in the ferry and fuel costs it was still cheaper. Shit caravan in
Clacton near to where the local alcoholics hang out or the
clear, fresh air of the Ardennes / Eiffel mountains? Easy choice for
me. The only real downside being the high deposit, plus the high cost
of fuel and water. We regularly blow £300 just on heating on
Christmas breaks. That
hurts. The Germans tend to use the larger houses as family gatherings,
and it is not unusual to see three or four complete families sharing a
single home. Boy would that be a cheap holiday.
As a rough guide the Southern Arden are the more photogenic of the two
areas, but more rural
in nature and have closer ties with events of WWII [a rotting tank in
every town]. The Northern
Ardennes are less photogenic, richer, more modern in approach and
possibly a bit more
like a holiday in Wales. Also in the Blue Ardennen you are closer to
Germany and the Eifel Mountains. Bit more to do here, but not as pretty!
I'm surprised not to see more UK registered cars out and about,
although we have seen more and more over the years. The
area is as good as mid-Wales in terms of views and wetness, cheaper
than the UK in more respects and a bit more of an
adventure given the language barrier. Perhaps mountain bikers are not
that adventurous after all?
Actually perhaps Belgium is a bit boring, and perhaps people do really
like to spend their holidays around a pool rather than trying to find
open shops or working their way around a foreign language? Personally a
poolside holiday sounds like hell to me. I'd rather travel and take the
risk of a new place being dull than actually booking into an
all-in-one, everything included poolside holiday. Mate of mine went to
Cuba once with his wife; they never left the hotel complex as by the
time they'd finished breakfast it was time for lunch. After lunch as
the drinks were included, they were too pissed to go anywhere. Can you
imagine such a thing?
Food.
Generally you cannot trust the town itself to be open when one arrives,
let alone the shops. Arrive on Friday afternoon in some areas, and
you'll probably not
see the shops open until sometime on Monday, possibly as late as
Wednesday. Some places you'll never see open, and I'm guessing that
these are hobby businesses that only open when a big cycling event
comes to town. Restaurants? Open
weekends? Forget it unless you are in a tourist trap like Spa on race
weekend. So we take enough food to see us through for the weekend, and
if
we find a shop open we stock up fully as you never know when it will
re-open again. Bit like camping. And when you do finally get to eat in
a good restaurant, well the wait is always worth it even if only for
the adventure of not knowing what you've actually ordered. Generally
one is happy with the food. For one the beer,
and secondly the food is invariably very, very good even in backwater
places. The Belgiums like
to put quality stuff into their guts fair play. Most supermarkets stock
excellent quality food, so you're never wanting. Although having said
that the food is rather expensive, especially meat products. A small
basket of goods that would cost £35 at home will hit you
£70 easily here. How about for apples for £2.20? Or petrol
at 15% more than the UK? Honestly how do the Belgiums afford to live
here?
It seems that the southern Arden closes pretty much most of the time.
However, the Northern Blue Ardennes is slightly more rational when it
comes to
opening times. I guess this is probably due to the large Carrefour
forcing local shops to open otherwise they would lose business. Also we
are 12km from the Grand Prix circuit so that has bearing here. There
are few fast food shops, and certainly no home deliveries. You want to
eat, you cook it. This area is popular with German's. They arrive fully
stocked with food and do not even venture out to the local towns.
Strangely the area is well stocked with kebap shops. Not kebab, kebap.
Naturally ordering food in Belgium is easy as it is all French based,
same as home roughly, although you can have little adventures in more
local restaurants. But venture East into Germany and boy do you have
fun.
Most meals seem to involve a calves head, or bull's testicles, so one
generally sticks to the same order wherever one goes. Ours kind of
involves us muttering kaffee and pointing to somebody eating a sausage.
And yes, we're always stuffed if nobody is eating in the restaurant
when we arrive. Our children have learnt quite quickly to either go
hungry or stick to street vendor ice cream. Adventurous little
blighters. In one cafe my cake was full of broken up cough sweets. I'd
have thought it a practical joke, yet this was their main product and
they were alarmingly busy. Bet winters are fun in that town. In Eupen I
had an onion pizza. Raw onion on a pizza base. I ate it, but, well, I'd
not order it again.
But be warned; smoking is more than tolerated here. Anywhere you go,
somebody will be smoking. Museum, cafe, pub. Anywhere really. You can
even get sweets to encourage the little ones to take up the habit. Joy.
I do get some stick from the Belgiums for suggesting that their towns
will be closed, and there will be nothing to do. One even stated that
bored Netherlanders come here for something to do of an evening. Yeah,
right. The Belgiums have a reputation for being wild, party loving
people. Unlike those "stick in the mud" types from Amsterdam? Basically
there is little to nothing to do after 8pm. Fact.
People.
Dour but not actually unfriendly. Bit like being in Yorkshire then. All
dressed smartly, no baggy arsed jeans here. Most speak English very
well. They seem to like sleeping
as most Belgiums I know go to bed before
8pm, and will be asleep Sunday afternoon. If you are used to going out
of an evening, then go to a different
country is all I can say. Even in big tourist towns in and around the
Arden you'll struggle to find anything open after about 7pm. This is
both refreshing and irritating in equal measure. Refreshing if you have
small children, but annoying if you actually want to go out of an
evening. Really I have no idea what many of them do of an evening;
watch telly I guess. We got here on a Friday afternoon and the
local pub was open then. Bit too early for a beer, so I mentally said
that I'd take us out Saturday for an evening stroll and pop in for some
beer. Did the stroll, pub shut. On Saturday evening? I guess one
explanation for the quietness is possibly that they are just not here.
In Belgium you are apparently guaranteed by law to have a pay rise each
year. This would be expensive, so a lot of companies give additional
leave instead. So instead of a 2% pay rise you get 5 days? Or a 1% rise
and 3 more days off? Ten years down the line you are on full pay, run a
business on the side yet still get 70 days annual leave? Can't see it
myself, but for many industries this is apparently true. Would explain
why car dealers are closed on Saturday, pubs of an evening and
restaurants during the holiday season. For the main part the towns seem
dead for most of the day, which is very odd. One is left bemused as to
where they get their money from; probably fiddling the books in
Brussels or skimming some of the Germans as we are not too far away
from the industrial areas of the Rhine. Most local business seems of
the hobby variety, and here I include those right up to the level of
car dealers. I'm not saying that the Belgiums are lazy or work shy,
just that they don't seem to need to do much of it. Pretty utopian if
you ask me. They'd be horrified to be asked to work in the UK.
One last point on local pubs. Closed Saturday night, open during church
hours on a Sunday. Go figure.
In all fairness when we hit Germany most of the tourist regions were
dead there too. One suspects that the UK is out of kilter holiday
wise
with Europe? Either that or the Germans were out making more money.
Perhaps our population density in the UK is such that our places always
have customers, whereas here once the tourists go then there isn't
enough local support to warrant remaining open? Certainly most retail
shops didn't specialise. The bike shop would also repair lawn mowers;
the toy shop stocked magazines and artist materials; some cafes sold
furniture. Most looked as though they just shut shop.
Don't believe the hype about those continentals that are better than
recycling than we are. In Belgium everything goes in the same bin. Some
places will tut at you for not putting your apple cores in with the
collective pig food bin, and there are wine bottle bins everywhere, but
that's it. They don't recycle. Yet pop into Germany and they'll give
you discount coupons for most things, especially plastic bottles. I
like that. In the UK it is some kind of religion to recycle; you do it
for the misery of it, not reward yet at the same time whilst you are
impoverished somebody somewhere is making a killing financially from
your gestures. Germany, you do it, we'll pay you. Cut the crap. Both of
these explanations may also explain why there are no charity shops
either here or in Germany. The Belgiums don't believe in charity,
whilst the Germans get paid for their tat. Either way it means that
whatever you see people with, it has been bought new. Hence why they
always look better than us? One suspects the Belgiums are playing catch
up with the Germans, and are probably hugely in debt. Personally I
applaud a lack of charity shops. Once you've been in one, you'll never
forget the subtle smell of wee.
One thing the Belgiums do do well is not forget the war. In every town
there will be some small museum to American slaughter and winter
hardship. Each museum will have no information on what the Belgium
people did in the war. I've no idea what they did other than collect
broken bits of tank afterwards, or be shot indescriminately by the
Germans. Go to Germany, and as Monty Python said - don't mention the
wars. They never happened, right? Not our fault.
Houses.
Belgium has it all. They win on the house front. Glass box for a garden
shed? Check. Double wide, double height glass wall because there is a
nice view? Check. 60ft wide patio? Check. Imagine a flash James Bond
house, and you have the modern houses being built here. All for half
the price we'd pay in the UK.
Having said that, given that most Belgiums drive everywhere for
anything I'll bet any money most do not know who their neighbours are
or what they look like.
What did I take?
A 140mm hardtail for starters. Wrong choice; 100mm full suspension bike
gives a better all-round ride and more options in terms of what trail
choices one makes. Problem for me being that I don't own a medium
travel full suspension bike and pretty much have no need for one back
in the UK.
Normal trail tools and spares. In addition: track pump, spare inner
tubes and no-tubes sealant, chain and fork lubes. Two sets of spare
brake pads, although I'd strongly suggest that you start the trip with
some new ones fitted, and take your old ones as spares. I had a right
faff trying to fit new pads out on the trail. Bring loads of zip ties.
I also took a full cleaning kit, although I never actually used it.
Somehow cleaning your bike on a Sunday is fine, but when you'll be
getting it muddy again withing 24 hours it all seemed a bit pointless.
I did clean the chain, and wash my rotors, but that was the extent of
my cleaning.
Oh and I also took a spare saddle. In 17 years of mountain biking I
have never damaged a saddle, so I brought a spare with me? Go figure.
But dear Reader do you now that the main reason for bringing trail
tools and spares is to repair the stuff that gets broken in the rental
home? We invariably break something, and rather than lose the
£500 deposit I repair and make mend. One year I had to put back
together the drum of a clothes drier, which meant dismantling the whole
machine. One year it was the dvd system. Another I had to get cut a
piece of glass to repair a fridge, and this year we've broken the two
childs bikes that came with the rental. One suspects that in each
instance said items were already broken by previous tenants.
The rides.
Can be hard to find. They don't have bridleways for a start, more old
farm tracks that don't really go anywhere. Furthermore come August it
is hunting season after 6pm. Lovely. You're out in the woods, next
thing you know you're face up against an armed man in full cammo
gear. And you've just frightened his deer away, the one he's been
stalking for 2 hours. Some towns do produce maps, and these if you get
them are always excellent. A little ambitious though - many of the
rides will be 40 miles long. One of the tricks I found was to follow
the events they do. These tend to use trails made specifically for the
event, so far more interesting and a bit "local" if you understand? A
quad bike would have forged a path through woods, weeds and fields. The
guided routes of the maps can either be very tame, or leave you
standing there wondering how people ride them. I stood perplexed
looking at 15m of slate that was effectively the slate layers, but end
up so you had a series of knife edge ridges of varying depths. But then
you remember that we are mountain bikers, whilst they do cyclo cross.
In other words they generally assume you'll get off and walk rather
than attempt to ride it as we would. Once you adopt that mentality,
then the 20cm wide wooden bridges are less daunting, as do the vertical
drops.
One thing; if you are a UK rider and take your normal bike over, you'll
be over-biked for 99% of the time. Generally no place for full
suspension or 140mm hardtails. For most of the rides you'll need to
have a ligtweight, short travel open framed bike with skinny tyres,
140mm discs or even cantilevers. Roads, tracks and carrying your bike
are the norm. Having said this the Germans are beginning to influence
things. Up at Saint Vith there is a North Shore section, four cross
track
and a downhill run in a trail centre. My ride here the other night
involved
a bit of boardwalk over some peaty bog land. Bit different to Surrey I
can tell you.
So, what's the riding like? Like Welsh trail centre's only more
natural. No rock beds or crushed stone here. Natural. And hard. A
normal Surrey ride involves 2,000m of climbing in 24 miles. Here in 28
miles you'll do 4,500m of climbing. Through managed forest, so often
deep muddy ruts and smashed tree stumps. It's hard work. The trail will
be muddy, full of pine needles, covered in tree roots, crushed slate
and big bits of harder granite rock. Traction can be hard to find, and
going downhill sounds painful as your chain slaps around. I love it.
I've never been a fan of trail centres as you can always ride them, no
matter what the weather. Sounds odd that, but for me mountain biking is
me against the elements, the trail and my own skill. Plus at trail
centres I tend to look like "old man with all the kit" and this isn't a
look I like.
The Southern Arden seems to be characterised by huge group rides.
You'll not see less than ten or fifteen people out for a ride, and
they'll be on either carbon hardtails or supermarket 40lb pieces of
shit. The Northern area is more like the UK. Lots of solo riders on
varying bikes. This suggests to me that no particular bike suits the
terrain. Have a full suspension for the rooty, rocky downhills but then
you're stuffed on the 30 degree upslope or the 5 mile road
section. This variety I like. Few cars means that the road bits allow
you cover ground in safety. This does mean that any tyre you use at
home will be more than adequate here.
Of course the fire roads mean that you can get a little complacent. I
fell off big style one night exactly on a transition point from road
ride to technical singletrack. My UK specific wide bars were just too
wide for the trail head gap, and I'd not allowed for this. Naturally I
was alone, with no mobile and miles from home. So you have to ride at
90% unless you have a bail out plan. Er, I tend not to so I'm a bit of
a muppet there. My fall wasn't serious [bruised knee and suspected
fractured rib] so I got away with it, but just be aware you're miles
from anywhere with no support.
Personally I find the local routes adequately interesting enough for a
two week holiday. I'd probably be bored of them if I lived here, as
they are more like permissive rides through forestry land than
naturally evolved and evolving trails that we have in Surrey. Here also
the rides are direction specific, so a bit odd in one respect. Think of
them as natural trail centres? But unlike trail centres, where you can
ride a route in its' entirity, or mix and match best bits, generally
here the routes have few cross over points or common ground. Once
you
start one, you've moved away from the others. In a way think of the
routes as following the leaves of a clover plant. This isn't helped if
you just follow the route signs on the ground, as they are direction
specific. Buy a map, study it and you'll soon spot the rather pointless
fire-road climbs.
On sunny days you still get mud here, and it is of a funny type. Leaf
mulch mixed with mud mixed with crushed slate. I rode here one
especially wet year and wore my entire transmission out in two weeks at
one hour per evening. And I rigorously clean my bike, with lube
sessions afterwards. Oh and by entire transmission I do mean the lot
including the rear mech, front and rear rings, plus the chain. Mud here
is a serious challenge, and the guide books warn against going out
unprepared. If it's muddy, either double your ride time or just pick a
shorter route. In winter forget it, you'll be off your bike and on
skis. Cross country skiing is big here, and you'll have whole families
out.
One note of warning; well two actually. Sometimes the triangular route
guides fall off the trees, or can be hidden when subsequent signs are
put up by non-cyclists. Secondly some of the specified routes can be,
er, well really, really boring. Think roads. And I have a third; rain.
One day we must have had a foot of the stuff. Honest; local floods were
reported on the tv and the rivers were in flood. Wet it most certainly
was.
And don't fret if you've not bought a bike with you pet. There are lots
of places to hire bikes; at Coo they do circa 2004 Specialized full
suspension bikes for about £20 a session. Given that you'll be on
new trails, the old school V-brakes are not a worry as you'll be
travelling at sub light speed. Most bike shops could sort you out with
something.
Waimes / Thirimont circular.
This is only 13km in length, but has almost 600m of climbing. It thus
seems far, far harder than the short length would suggest. It's not
overly interesting to be honest, and perhaps only 500m holds any
challenge, and then only if you deliberately seek the more challenging
lines or up the pace. But for a post dinner ride it is harmless enough,
and does work a sweat up. Be warned that if you attempt it late summer
the muck spreaders will be about. Bad karma. Hardly any traffic at any
time, virtually no people and only one dog.
[Click here for my route ]
Unofficial Thirimont.
Of course you cannot keep a good mountain biker down. Often once you've
been in an area some time, and have kept your eyes open the tell-tale
signs of slightly nefarious MTB activity rears its' head. Tyre tracks,
bits of chalk on the floor or spray painted emblems on roads all add up
to some much better routes. Ideally if you see a local event
advertised, either enter it or follow sections of it the next day.
Chalk diagrams have a habit of being washed away quite quickly here.
And because few people ride around here, the rides can feel very
virginal, as if you are the first person through there. Be warned
though, as the "locals only" routes really cab lead you well away from
anywhere that people go. Posted MTB routes are quiet enough, but if you
go off piste in a million acre forest and have a bad accident, i.e. one
where you can't walk, you'll probably not make it through the night. I
mean it; off piste routes in Belgium are for the brave or stupid. I
fall heavily into the stupid camp, but even then I'll not go so far
into the woods that I couldn't drag myself back to a road. And I hear
you say "take a 'phone you muppet!" Yeah, right. Like a mobile doesn't
even work on Headley Heath so it ain't gonna work deep in these valleys.
You may be surprised to learn that my route was only 14km long, yet
involved 1.2km of vertical climb. I've managed to plot a route that
avoided the worst of the fire-road climbs, yet retained the best
downhill bits. Now the short distance is entirely a factor of my having
been here ten days; give me a bit more time and I'd have plotted a good
3 hour route. This 14km is a nice one; a bit like just riding Leith
Hill.
Now dear Reader please consider that last paragraph. 1.2km of climb, in
14km? 1.2km is 1,200m or, wait for it, around 3,600ft. That's the
height of mount Snowden. If you don't like hills, then don't come here
is all I can say. However, look at it another way. That's 3,600ft of
descent. Off road. Now do you see why I like the area? And descents
here border on being technical; this ride had a good 800m of truly
horrid tree roots to contend with. My fork's have 140mm of travel and I
used it all up coming down on quite ridiculous 200m section. And I
don't mean one hit, then wait a few metres for the next whilst
carefully picking a line. This was full on, close packed trees on an
off camber slope covered with exposed roots and a slate / gneiss
bedrock. My forks packed down and my rims made contact with bedrock.
You went where the trail sent you. It was unpleasant but brilliant fun
at the same time. My route was designed to make the most use of this
section.
[ Click here for my route. ]
Places to avoid.
Eupen. Good for pizza, but a town without a heart. Feels like some kind
of provincial French town. We didn't even bother with the chocolate
museum as it just looked like a shop.
Waimes - too small.
Saint Vith is borderline for me. Friendly place with a big supermarket,
lots of restaurants and excellent play ground for the kids. It just
felt like an ordinary town though. Nothing wrong with it, just nothing
exceptional either.
So, is it any good?
Ooooo, the $64m question. Well, yes and no. Once you've found a route
that suits your XC style then the riding is as good as anywhere. But.
Well the hills are a killer as you can easily have a 300m climb back to
base. Plus even though I ride solo at home, in the UK you are never
alone. You pass people on the trail, or there are people in the cafes.
Here you never see anybody and there are no cafe stops out on the
trail. I like to see other people fighting the elements and their
personal demons. Damn it, I like people to see me doing the same. I
also like to see and look at other bikes. What are people riding? I
expected this holiday to see people out on a range of fine German
bikes. So far I've just seen Trek bikes out and about. Good for Trek
[and gosh aren't they making some lovely bikes?] but bad for being
different.
I like riding the Ardennes, and will look back fondly on my experiences
here. In terms of the actual riding there are few negatives, and even
those were largely down to my misunderstanding the terrain. For
instance it is
fine my having a southern UK attitude, where I expect to be able to
ride anywhere anytime I like, but here there are days even in high
summer when you'll have no access to the trails due to extreme weather.
In August I was out one day and it was 8 degrees C mid afternoon. Hence
the road and
cyclo cross routes in some areas; they make do. As an introduction to
riding in
Europe the area is excellent. You learn to be self sufficient, and it
must be said one learns to ride. Fine being at home and having an easy
option if you can't be arsed or have had a skin full, but here you have
no easy options; you have to ride.
The best riding is undoubtedly in the Southern Ardennes; La Roche,
Houffalize or Bouillon. They hold world class events at Houffalize, so
you can be assured of the riding. Houffalize is indeed lovely, but
difficult to like as it shuts so often and it is in the middle of
nowhere. La Roche and Bouillon are big tourist towns, so have more to
offer when off the bike. Malmedy, Spa and Liege up in the North are all
far better towns with much more to do, but the riding isn't so good.
They have lots of fire road climbs followed by essentially straight
runs down the hills through the trees. You can easily climb 800m or
900m in 20km, yet be constantly within the trees so have no view of the
stunning countryside. They don't seem to have grasped the nettle fun
wise here.
But things are looking up for Belgium. The subversive element are
creating some good rides in the forests. And here I mean good as in
Leith Hill good. Yet they are just too remote, too unpopulated for the
novice to ride. Personally I like that as it challenges both riding
skill and navigational judgement. Ride them in small doses, take full
winter kit, build up a GPS picture and tell somebody roughly where
you'll be and you should be OK.
Hate to say it, but a tourer or fast road bike would be excellent
choices.
Belgium is much maligned by the English as being boring. It is if you
need to be entertained all the time, but if you are self sufficient and
are happy to do your own research then it does have a lot to offer.
Overall it is a bit like having a holiday in Mid-Wales I'd say. Hard to
get to, difficult to like but stunning at the same time. Personally I'd
like to have ditched the mountain bike, ignored Belgium, and have
brought a Lotus or a
big motorbike; man that would have been a good holiday. Fast local
roads, welcoming local pubs and
a trip to the Nurburgring. Bring it on!