The Last Leg

An early morning start out of the campsite in Namur to get me well across Belgium before the day is done.

I have it all planned now. I feel like one of those horses that mopes out of its stables but then turns to a trot and gallop once it heads for home.

A youth hostel in Loeven tonight then just one glitch, with another night camping as the next one is full.

Then I remembered the waterbus that I caught on the way out so that can take me on a last leisurely trip into Rotterdam. The ferry to England is booked for Saturday, so just one last push.