Tuesday, August 13, 1963: I got up at 05:00 on this my 31st birthday woken up by a growling lumbertruck, which fortunately headed the other way. Loaded up a large rock for my Dad's garden and walked around a bit, meeting a gruff forester-agent who told me" "Il ne faut pas aller la." We cleaned up and cleared out, arriving in chilly Remouchamps
at 07:00 for a hot chocolade milk. We then climbed around till we could enter the caves at 09:00.
The temperature is 14 degrees C. year around, the water 8-9 degrees. It was impressive but not as much as Carlsbad. Of course there was a cathedral shape stalagmite, but its effect was spoiled by someone carrying a loud radio. We took a boat for the last mile back, which was a fine experience.
We then drove through crowded Liege (Luik) [the first "foreign" city on my 1950 biketrip; also note that the weblink is only four days old!] and on a bad road through Hasselt
[commemorable for the kilometer score of our SIMCA 1000: 12345] back into The Netherlands which welcomed us with rain. We ate a quick ham sandwich and croquette in 's Hertogenbosch with its impressive
St Jan's Cathedral
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