25 August 2007 This was my Everest. The final destination was the magnificent (but flat and very windy) beach. The concept of the North Sea eluded me so, I have heard so much about it from Scottie. It wasn't such a pretty sight with the low tide and my toes were rudely shocked by the temperature of the water (17 degrees) on that bright sunny, and not to mention, sweltering day. Indeed, it was a mockery of my endurance with a gearless rattling bicycle, cross country trucks and trailers speeding dangerously close by, a true test of my love for a sportaholic, Mr Mo. The way back could not have been done without the pint of beer and nuts when in Knokke, amidst little gatherings of sqwaking seagulls and the salty ocean gale in our faces. We paddled like mad monkeys back to Brugges and was pleased to have my efforts rewarded with a massive pot of moules et frites.
I passed! (Knokke, Belgium)
