Namur

The drive to Namur was supposed to be pleasant, but our GPS didn’t put us on any backroads and we ended up driving on the very hilly highway from Brussels, this wouldn’t normally be a problem, but the amount of black smoke created by our van during acceleration causes all motorists to honk at us as they pass. Not a very nice feeling. After finding the campsite, we learnt that it was full. However, after speaking with a resident lady there, she had us park in someone’s “yard” for the one night (This seemed to be fine with the camp manager who returned at 7pm). This campsite was nice and simple, we didn’t get a chance to top-up our water reserves though (the condition of the place didn’t convince us of drinkable water). I say it was nice because of the view of the rock-face directly in front of our window. Since there were only two things to see in Namur, the citadel, and a gothic treasure collection that “shouldn’t be missed” which tour is guided by nuns, we took the day off to relax and have some beers. That day I sat and finished reading the last novel in the Harry Potter series and tanned while I read it. Julie had three naps as she was bored, having already finished the book last week. The next day we took off to see the Citadel and were waved off and wished a “Bon Voyage!” by the camp manager. The Citadel is said to be the greatest in all of Europe, with how long it took us to explore and get to the top of it, we can see why. It offered great views of the city of Namur. We made our way to the gothic thing, but found out it wasn’t going to be open for 2 hrs, as it was lunch time. Well, it wasn’t that important to us, so we headed off to Rochefort.