Westende/Brugge, Belgium

After reaching Dover early I was able to get the 9.05pm ferry instead of the 10.15. Without a campsite to go to when I got off at Calais, I set the sat-nav for Belgium, stopping at the the first Aire (a free roadside camping spot) I could find. I stopped in the Dunkirque Aire with one other campervan at 12.30am and got my head down. I must have slept well as the carpark was full in the morning.

After struggling before I left to find a campsite in Bruge that wasnt fully booked, I headed to the coast just north of the city to Westende Camping in the town of Westende. After bauking at the high-season price of 34 Euros/night, I was shown to an unfinished static caravan pitch for just 21 Euros/night. I took it. The town is clearly a Belgian favorite for holidays - like Devon and Cornwall are in England - as it was packed with locals, I didnt see a single English numberplate.

The beach is sandy and the weather is hot but unfortunately most of the the kooky Belgian architecture is becoming hidden under cranes and concrete hotels which spoils the place a bit for me. I took a bike ride on the second day from Westende (in the West), through Middelkerke (in the middle) to Oostende (in the east). All three towns are in the same mould, getting bigger as you head East, with concrete hotels lining the seafront and lots of giftshops. The sea must not be safe for swimming though as the locals all stayed on the beach with just the odd few paddling in the shallows.

I got the train to Bruge and back for under 5 Euros, National Rail could learn a thing or two. Bruge is a famously medievil city although it plays to that stereotype a lot and is rammed with tourists. The Markt (central marketsquare) is in the middle of the city with great arcitecture lining two sides and the Belfry tower rising up from one corner. Annoyingly, the traditional market had been replaced by horse and carridge rides and a funfair. The museum in the square was holding a Salvador Dali exhibition, one of my favorite artists, and although it was interesting there were none of his more famous paintings from his peak, only a few sketches and early works. Not a melting clock or Lobster Telephone in sight. The city is stunning though, and also has a wall made from one of every Belgian beer.

I picked up a sticker to go on the wall in the campervan (an idea I had before I left) to show where I have been. Belgium, done. Next stop, Rotterdam.