Even though I try my best to stay away from just about anything that smells nationalist - especially in this current climate where the Flemish want to prove their superiority to the Walloons whom they don't even know - I could not resist my brother's invitation to come see the Tour of Flanders at his place which lies right in the middle of where the good stuff happens: the Flemish Ardennes. See the irony. And the juxtapose...
Not knowing anything about cycling I just knew I had to witness this popular event for myself so I set sail with my girl, a bad hangover and my camera.
Truth be told I am still not convinced that cycling truly is the sport of kings - who said that???? - and I could not give a monkey's arse about who won and why, but I did have a smashing afternoon with my friends anyhow.
Here's some pics of "my" tour...
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