Bruges – an idyllic cycling town that’s definitely not boring

“Maybe that’s what hell is, the entire rest of eternity spent in f*cking Bruges.” – Ray, In Bruges.

Well, really.  Colin Farrell’s character in the 2008 comedy was not a big fan of this glorious medieval city, but then he was a potty-mouthed hit man who had botched his first job so we don’t need to entertain his opinion.  It is the case though that Bruges (like Belgium in general) is often unfairly categorised as nice but boring, famous for chocolate and lace and not very much else.  It may not be the party capital of Europe, or even Belgium for that matter, but for anyone who enjoys cycling of either the professional or more leisurely kind, Bruges is a city that rewards a visit time and again.

Why visit

Bruges grew prosperous in the thirteenth and fourteenth centuries by virtue of the cloth trade before slowly fading into obscurity when its link to the sea gradually silted up and the industry relocated to Antwerp.  Bruges’ loss is our gain – the city effectively lay mothballed for hundreds of years until tourists rediscovered it in the nineteenth century, and the UNESCO listed historic centre is now a perfectly preserved medieval town unscathed by modern development.

The result is preposterously lovely, as if an improbably skilled theme park designer had been tasked with creating the ultimate medieval town and did it so perfectly that he had to be summarily executed afterwards to prevent him building a more beautiful rival elsewhere.  Imagine a mini Amsterdam without the pornography and drug casualties. Boat tour companies ply their trade along the canals that encircle the historic centre, whilst bicycles rattle up and down narrow cobbled lanes indignantly ringing their bells at the rubbernecking tourists that blunder out into their path.  Throw premium strength beer into the mix and it’s amazing there aren’t more pile-ups and/or watery ends.

Things to do in Bruges when you’re not cycling

You can cycle around Bruges of course, and I suggest you do.  Its well-maintained streets are almost universally paved with good quality cobbles that are far more gentle on the behind than its more irregular cousins that pave the hellingen of the Tour of Flanders.  A few hours is all you’ll need to ride around and across the compact old town and see its major sites.

Queen of the cobbles

Queen of the cobbles

The best way to appreciate Bruges though is through aimless strolling, stopping off at various tourist attractions and purveyors of fine beer as you stumble across them.  A good a place to start as any is the large central market square overlooked by the magnificent Belfort (belltower), which affords magnificent views over the city to those with strong thighs for climbing stairs and a tolerance for confined spaces.

Most scenic pictures of Bruges feature the impressive Belfort

Most scenic pictures of Bruges feature the impressive Belfort

Impressive panoramic views can also be seen from the roof of De Halve Maan brewery in the southern end of town, the inevitable destination of many a wander through Bruge’s quiet back streets. A short tour of the brewery includes the roof top vista and a sample of Brugze Zot, the brewery’s delicious signature blond brew.  Not far from here is the Minnewater area, a peaceful waterside park beside the tranquil begijnhof, a quiet cloister of whitewashed houses arranged around a garden that is carpeted in daffodils if you visit in spring time.

The peaceful begijnhof

The peaceful begijnhof

Belgium is famous for its beer of course and another place where you can sample it that I retain a surprising soft spot for is 2be, a tourist trap gift-shop-cum-bar superbly located where main drag Wollestraat meets the canal. A 50 metre beer wall, displaying bottles of hundreds of different kinds of beers behind a glass screen, leads to a small bar serving a variety of good Flemish beers on draft at reasonable prices.  Whether the bar is crammed or empty largely depends on whether your timing coincides with the arrival or departure of a tour group ticking off “try Belgian beer” on their itinerary, but in any case the canal-side outdoor terrace provides one of the best locations in Bruges to do the same.  The uninitiated are inevitably drawn to Kwak due to its distinctive funnel-shaped glass, without realising that its other distinctive feature is its 8.4% alcohol content and an inevitable increase in the volume of one’s voice.

Enjoy a Kwak by 2be's beer wall

Enjoy a Kwak by 2be’s beer wall

Adjoined to the bar is a gift shop where you can stock up on bottles of the beers you’ve been sampling and other paraphernalia, including Tom Boonen pillows for cycling fans.  Mind the step – I once saw a post-Kwak shopper do a full face plant here.

Gifts for the cyclist in your life

Gifts for the cyclist in your life

Belgium’s other famous export of course is chocolate, and the many chocolate shops of Bruges compete with each other to produce the most imaginative and outlandish  window displays.  As the Tour of Flanders is always held on the first Sunday in April, my visits always coincide with the period around Easter, a time when this confectionary arms race inevitably reaches a hilarious climax.  One year my friend Lisa laughed so hard at the display by the unparalleled Chocoladehuisje on Wollestraat that she was instantly sick.

Laugh 'til you puke

Laugh ’til you puke

There is also a small and reasonably diverting chocolate museum, the highlight of which is a demonstration of how to make (and eat) pralines by an impressively multilingual chocolatier.  There are also some politically incorrect chocolate sculptures of celebrities and the obligatory informational displays about the history of chocolate.  The best story is about colonial Spanish ladies who developed a penchant for drinking chocolate in 16th century Mexico.  As with anything pleasurable,  the local bishop decided it was a bad influence and banned its consumption in church.  The inevitable result was that people stopped going to church.  Oh, and the bishop was murdered.

Hmmm...

Hmmm…

The chocolate museum’s poor relation is the Friet museum, which gives a brief history of the potato and is about as interesting as that explanation makes it sound.  However, without visiting I may never have learned that chips were invented in Belgium and mistakenly dubbed French fries by American soldiers unknowingly stationed in Belgium during World War 1, or that the world record for endurance chip frying is 72 hours.  The conclusion of some rather disparate exhibits was a collection of fat fryers through the ages, some chip related art and a video of a man playing a tune out on a hollowed out potato.  The in-house frituur was deserted except for a hard house soundtrack and one other couple who looked a little lost , presumably having wandered in there by mistake whilst looking for the chocolate museum.

Bruges is also home to several historic churches and world class art galleries – none of which I have visited, to my shame! There’s always next time.

Cycling in the area

Before I forget, this is supposed to be a cycling blog.  Bruges gets very busy with tourists at weekends, so a gentle ride into the surrounding countryside makes for a pleasant change of pace and is easy to do whatever your level of cycling ability.  A short and very easy ride is along the arrow-straight canal to Damme, a little hamlet 5km northeast of Bruges.  To find the start of the route, follow the canal that runs in a north-south direction through the northern half of the old town to the ring road, from where Damme is clearly sign-posted, along wide, traffic-free cycle paths either side of a broad, straight canal (the path on the left hand side as you head out of town is better).

Within minutes you will be cycling though sleepy farmlands where the only noise comes from the quacking of ducks nesting in the bulrushes or the occasional bleating of a sheep.  If you find yourself purring along at a reasonable pace without even trying, then beware – you are most likely unwittingly benefiting from a tail wind with the potential to turn into an energy-sapping headwind on the return leg, something whose presence is hinted at by the lines of poplar trees planted with surgical precision to break up the wind as it rolls across the pan-flat Flanders countryside.

Trees you can set your watch by

Trees you could set your watch by

A windmill and a convalescing shire horse indicate that you have arrived at Damme, a tiny village paved with savage cobbles and featuring a small square, town hall and a few tea shops and bars.  In the summer a paddleboat grinds relentlessly up and down the canal from Bruges to pack the area with tourists,  but in April Damme is a sleepy and rather lovely place to stop for mid-ride refreshment.

Damme's hibernating paddle boat

Damme’s hibernating paddle boat

Enigmatically numbered cycle routes branch off this canal-side cycle path all along its length, hinting at further adventures to be had in the area.  One option is to press on another 10km from Damme to Sluis, just over the Dutch border and another pretty village offering plenty of options for lunch.  I’ve ridden along this route a couple of times and on both occasions have seen the FDJ team out for a pre-Tour of Flanders training ride, so you will be in good company.   If you don’t see them here you might see them posing in a pavement café back in Bruges. Oostkerke is another pleasant destination half-way between Damme and Sluis, and likely to be a lot less busy than Damme in high season.

Sluis

Sluis

Bruges by night

Get your timing right and by the time you get back to town most of the day trippers will have left for the day, leaving you with the pick of the best bars in which to enjoy a pre-dinner beer or six while night falls and the flood lights come on to accentuate Bruges’ fairy tale qualities. Bruges is home to some exceptional restaurants and at weekends at any time of year it is wise to book in advance to avoid disappointment.  Bistro Christophe is an elegant yet unpretentious option, and last time we went I ate some delicious tuna carpaccio at Resto Mojo that I still dream about now.

Did I mention that Belgium is famous for producing countless varieties of exceptional beer?  And there are several centrally located bars with a drinks menu the size of a phonebook that want to help you discover as many of them as possible.  A good one to try is ‘t Brugs Beertje, where the proprietor cheerfully talked us through the many options available whilst reinstating a curtain rail that had just been pulled down by a careering British tourist who’d tried one trappist beer too many.  Other good options are Cambrinus and De Garre, the only place in the world that serves the eponymous 11% lager served with a giant frothy head in a balloon glass.  Find it down a little alley off Breidelstraat near the Markt.

There's only one glass, you're just seeing double

There’s only one glass, you’re just seeing double

In reality even the “ordinary” bars in Bruges tend to sell a decent variety of very good beers and the fun is in trying out as many as possible to find your personal favourites.  For reasons I still don’t entirely understand, many of our nights out have wound up in De Kuppe, a bar of lost souls with a crazy-paved floor and a soundtrack that typically features Carl Douglas, Sade, Flock of Seagulls, OMD and Men at Work.

How to visit

Have I convinced you?  If so, Eurostar runs from London St Pancras International to Brussels Midi, and your ticket will cover you for a transfer from here to Bruges. If you want to take your bike, you can either collapse it all into a bike bag and take it on as luggage, or what we normally do is register them as luggage in advance for £30 each way so we can simply ride off at the other end.  You can also turn up and register your bike on the day but there’s no guarantee your bike will travel on the same train as you – more details about bikes on Eurostar here.

Bruges isn’t short of hotels but they get booked up quickly so you need to book in advance. We always stay at the Hotel Bryghia, as it’s well located, reasonably priced and they let us keep our bikes in their garage across the canal. As Bruges is such a popular weekend destination, many hotels will give you four nights for the price of three to encourage you to stick around for the quieter periods.  Seems rude not to really.

A load of cobbles – cycling to watch the spring classics

Readers of my last post will know that I’m a big fan of the Tour of Flanders and make the trip to Belgium to watch it live each year.  This year was no exception, but rather than repeat the sportive-on-Saturday-watch-on-Sunday long weekend in Bruges that we’ve done for the last couple of years, my husband John and I decided to try something different this time.  Inspired by our experience of cycling from London to Paris last year, we turned our annual pilgrimage into a cycle tour of Western Flanders and parts of northern France, taking in the Scheldeprijs and Paris – Roubaix races as well as the Tour of Flanders and other highlights of this lowland.

It will take me several posts to regale you with all the tales from this adventure, so I’m going to start with the story of how we got to Bruges, starting point of the Tour of Flanders and therefore our initial destination.  In previous years we have travelled there from London on Eurostar, but we found it immensely satisfying and very straightforward to ride there under our own steam this time.  The journey took us a couple of days, so if you’re considering doing the same (which I’d heartily recommend) I hope you’ll find the following tale of half-arsed preparation and lessons learned informative!

The road from Canterbury

The biggest headache of any “London to…” cycling itinerary is usually getting out of London, so we decided to start instead from Canterbury, taking the 10.20am train there from London Victoria, on which bicycles are permitted.  From there we picked up the cycle route towards Dover, which I believe mainly follows regional cycle route number 16.  Personally I like the security of a paper map in addition to online sources; if you’re the same the route is clearly marked on map number 179 of the Ordnance Survey Landranger series.

Although not traffic free, the route is mostly along quiet country roads through rural Kent, which was just starting to show the first green shoots of spring on a cool but sunny day.  Part of the scenic route is shared with the North Downs Way and trundles through farmlands and small villages, some of which were still loaded up with sandbags following the recent heavy rains and flooding in the area. One of the joys of cycle touring is the unexpected places you stumble across along the way, and sure enough we found ourselves having a delightful alfresco lunch at The Duck in Pett Bottom, a pub mentioned in James Bond’s “obituary” in “You only Live Twice” (Ian Fleming apparently wrote the novel whilst living in the village).

The Duck

The Duck at Pett Bottom

We were booked onto the 4pm ferry to Dunkirk and as the route to Dover looked to be a straightforward 35km run we were initially confident of making it there in plenty of time.  Inevitably though we had spent an obligatory half an hour or so trying to find the right route out of Canterbury and lost a little more time having an overly leisurely lunch.  The realisation that we were probably going to miss the ferry set in at almost exactly the same moment that the route started to become more undulating; not massive hills by any means but they felt almost Pyrenean when in a hurry and loaded with full panniers!  At quarter to four we finally reached Dover castle and shot down the steep hill into town like Vincenzo Nibali after a bank robbery.

After negotiating the at times terrifying cycle route into the port (at one point you are required to follow a red line along the right hand side of the road – exactly where all the lorries are steaming along) and exchanging various bit of paper with men in various prefabricated buildings, we were comically late for the ferry.  Fortunately it didn’t seem to be in any hurry to leave on time and there were plenty of vehicles, mainly lorries, still rolling on when we flustered our way to the dock.  We locked up our bikes in the racks provided on a lower deck and headed up to the almost spookily under-populated passenger deck for a relieved beer.

Finding Dunkirk

A couple of hours later we docked in Dunkirk but it was another hour before we could disembark, as all the lorries were let off before us for obvious safety reasons.  The clearly signposted and segregated bicycle lane to the town centre that I had been hoping for was nowhere to be seen, so we rode a couple of miles along the main road out of the port until we hit a T-junction next to an oil refinery whose gas flares burned eerily in the encroaching twilight.  It wasn’t obvious where to go next but we turned left at this junction and after another couple of miles picked up a bike path that led along the top of a dike towards town.  What we hadn’t anticipated was that it was a good 15km or more from here until the town centre, which meant a surreal but highly memorable ride for over an hour in darkness, the sound of the surf rolling in at our left competing with the roaring of oil refineries to our right, any smell of sea air obscured by their sulphurous emissions.  It was like cycling in Bladerunner.

After the traditional half an hour cycling around the deserted town centre looking for our hotel, we checked in and went out for dinner at a nearby brasserie on Place Jean Bart which was pretty much the only place open at this late hour but was fortuitously serving a delicious special of chicken and cous cous (much better than it sounds!) and a good selection of Belgian and northern French beers.  Just the ticket at the end of a long day.

The first of many!

The first of many!

Bruges or bust (accidentally via Ostend)

Dunkirk was a bit more lively the next day and friendly locals, seeing our panniers, were curious about our journey.  We needed to reach Bruges by the end of the day and still had a way to go, so headed north along the coast towards the border with Belgium near De Panne.  At first the route hugged the shoreline, a poker straight line between sand dunes and a broad sandy beach exploited by land sailors and kite fliers.  After a while it turned inland, conveniently passing a patisserie just in time for breakfast, before winding through pockets of woodland and mothballed holiday camps where signs in English remind dim-witted British tourists to drive on the right.

Before long we arrived at the border and took the first of numerous wrong turns, confounded by the array of equally appealing cycle paths to choose from, mostly purpose built and traffic free. Belgium is covered in an extensive network of dedicated cycle routes that will make any British cyclist used to strips of pot-holed tarmac at the edge of busy roads that evaporate just as you arrive at a busy junction weep with pathetic gratitude.  Routes are numbered and constantly interconnecting without necessarily spelling out which towns they are leading to, so even though cyclists are so well catered for you do need a map to find your way over any distance.  Detailed printed maps of the Belgian cycle path network (or Fietsroute Netwerk) are available to buy in tourist offices; we bought ours in advance from the ever marvellous Stanfords.

If it's Tuesday this must be Belgium

If it’s Tuesday this must be Belgium

From here we decided it would be worth making a relative diversion further inland towards the town of Veurne for a spot of lunch.  Like its more famous neighbours Bruges and Ghent but on a smaller scale, Veurne sports all the typical features we’ve come to know and love from an historic Flemish market town, including a cobbled market square lined with restaurants and bars in old gabled townhouses, a Unesco listed belfort, town hall and a couple of churches.  As much of the Belgian coast is otherwise unremarkable, Veurne is well worth a trip if you’re in the area.

Veurne's 17th century belfort, a Unesco World Heritage Site.

Veurne’s 17th century belfort, a Unesco World Heritage Site.

At this point we went a little off-piste, as our collection of maps didn’t cover the relatively small area between Veurne and Oudenburg, where we knew we could pick up a path to the main Gent-Brugge-Oostende canal that would take us all the way to Bruges.  However, we were reasonably confident that if we followed the canal from Veurne towards Nieuwpoort, we could pick up another path from there to Oudenburg.  And so we set off along the first of many canal-side cycle paths, dodging the occasional sheep wandering across from neighbouring fields.

Even with paths like this, we still managed to get lost.

Even with paths like this, we still managed to get lost.

It was whilst deliberating whether or not to ignore a sign that wanted to divert us away from the canal we thought we needed to follow that we met Kris.  Kris was a passing cyclist, a friendly Flemish fellow who was determined to help us whether we liked it or not.  Were we looking for the sea, he wondered.  On learning that our ultimate destination was Bruges, Kris was insistent that we should ride along the seafront all the way to Ostend and pick up the canal from there: “I will show you!”.

Despite recovering from his second hip replacement in as many years, Kris could cycle (for rehabilitative purposes) at a decent pace and deftly guided us to the coast at Westende, about 15km down the coast from Ostend.  As he had promised, it was possible to cycle from here along a traffic free promenade all the way to Ostend, which anyone who has choked on fumes whilst trying to have a nice ride along Brighton seafront on an average weekend would definitely appreciate.  It’s not a particularly attractive stretch of coast though – there’s a lovely wide beach of white sand but the Belgians have attempted to make the most of their relatively short stretch of coastline by building an almost continuous stretch of rather unforgiving high-rise hotels along its length.

Still, the coast is not without its attractions and I imagine it’s a lively place in summer.  Around Middelkerke there is a procession of bronze statues of cartoon characters, which is added to each summer when the annual comics festival is held there.  Belgium has a long and illustrious history of comics – according to Wikipedia (so it must be true), comics constitute 14% of annual book sales in Flanders.

That's not Tintin

That’s not Tintin

Just outside Ostend there was a break in the endless stretch of hotels to accommodate the site of the Atlantic Wall sea defences rebuilt by German occupying forces in World War II, the bunkers and gun emplacements clearly visible between the dunes from the roadside.  Shortly afterwards we arrived in Ostend proper, passing the grand but slightly faded Thermae Palace Hotel.  This 1930s spa hotel was the setting for cult saucy vampire movie Daughters of Darkness.  There is also an amusingly Z list walk of fame on the promenade outside.

Big in Belgium?

Big in Belgium?

Ostend looks to be a lively place but as we’d not intended to be there in the first place we were keen to press on to Bruges.  We found a cycle route along a canal that seemed to be heading roughly the right way, and when it started branching off in various directions we followed some earlier advice from the ever-helpful Kris and followed the signs in the direction of  Bredene Sas.  Sure enough, a brief diversion to avoid a mysteriously absent bridge aside, we were soon rather triumphantly picking up our first signs to Bruges and for the rest of this day at least we were done with getting lost.  After a few well-signed miles on segregated bike paths through the industrial outskirts of Ostend, we finally made it onto the quiet canal-side tracks that we’d been craving, which covered the final 20km or so all the way to the heart of Bruges.

Finally on the right track

Finally on the right track

We’ve been to Bruges a few times now and it’s always a pleasure to be back, so much so that I intend to dedicate all of my next post to the city and the marvellous cycling opportunities to be found in its environs.  For now I will simply say that we celebrated the end of a long but interesting and very satisfying day in the saddle with rather too many delicious Belgian beers in some of the many obliging hostelries of Bruges and had a well deserved lie in the next day!

Not the first time I've travelled home on a beer scooter!

Not the first time I’ve travelled home on a beer scooter!