After feasting heartily this morning on the usual fayre of bread and croissants we set off on our final day of cycling on this leg, towards the famous town of Bastogne.
The cycle itself was again hot and sweaty but still pretty spectacular given the surroundings. We were now entering the domain of the Battle of the Bulge, where the American 501st and 502nd battalions found themselves surrounded by the German Panzer divisions with limited supplies and no protection against the freezing winter temperatures.
We checked into our crap hotel at about half four and set out to find somewhere to get some food.
War stuff was limited as we've got the day off tomorrow to look around. Off to get some beer now. Fanta orange for Joe.