I'm back in Tuebingen again after a couple of weeks exploring Belgium and France. We chartered a canal boat in Dinant (a little way outside Liege), and spent a week working our way upstream to Pont a Bar, a bridge in the middle of nowhere on the Canal d'Ardennes, just outside Sedan.
Dinant is a very beautiful old town, and a perfect starting point for a trip like this. Gabi and Karlheinz (Rhea's aunt and uncle) very generously drove us down to the Dinant from family's holiday home in Hauset. Gabi and Karlheinz were a tremendous help to us, particularly with Karlheinz interpreting the briefing by the Frenchman from the charter company who spoke only French, after which Karlheinz and Gabi made a last minute dash to the local supermarket to buy essential items like towels, soap, toilet paper, etc. which our information pack clearly indicated were part of the package, but were nowhere to be seen. Our questions about their whereabouts were met with a very frustrating French shrug....
After getting everything squared away, we said our "goodbyes" and nudged the good ship Cheval Bayart out of the marina in search of the first night's anchorage. (According to Gabi, Cheval Bayart is a reference to a legendary horse, however, I think it actually translates literally as "horses bathtub", which is exactly how this little boat handled).
Dinant is a very beautiful old town, and a perfect starting point for a trip like this. Gabi and Karlheinz (Rhea's aunt and uncle) very generously drove us down to the Dinant from family's holiday home in Hauset. Gabi and Karlheinz were a tremendous help to us, particularly with Karlheinz interpreting the briefing by the Frenchman from the charter company who spoke only French, after which Karlheinz and Gabi made a last minute dash to the local supermarket to buy essential items like towels, soap, toilet paper, etc. which our information pack clearly indicated were part of the package, but were nowhere to be seen. Our questions about their whereabouts were met with a very frustrating French shrug....
After getting everything squared away, we said our "goodbyes" and nudged the good ship Cheval Bayart out of the marina in search of the first night's anchorage. (According to Gabi, Cheval Bayart is a reference to a legendary horse, however, I think it actually translates literally as "horses bathtub", which is exactly how this little boat handled).
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