So, I didn’t take any photos after my scrap with the bushes, but I certainly had some major developments last night; Having walked for over 7 hours, I arrived in the town of Martelange at 8:30PM – this meant I had supremely misjudged my distance to walk today because Google Maps + Local signs were indicating that I still had another 4 hours till my final destination of Arlon. OH BUGGER.
So, I had some logistics to handle.
I was happy to continue walking but doing so meant I’d arrive with my host past 1am, which just isn’t too swell – so, I popped onto the trusty iPhone and began flinging rather urgent messages to both my Host and another sensational dude I met through Couchsurfing, named Christopher. <– I knew that my host Damien was at a dinner and did not have a Smartphone, so his likelihood of seeing my messages were truly quite low, so I decided to focus my attention on Christopher and inquire (like any true gentlemen would) about the possibility of him collecting my bottom from Martelange and bringing me to Arlon.
– WELL HE ONLY WENT AND SAID YES.
I appreciated this so much, and not only did he collect me swiftly, he then invited me to his home where we had some beautiful Belgian beers with his girlfriend – kindness is Universal!
After a while, it was suddenly 10:30pm and I had to get to Damien’s home before the time became too disrespectful to just rock up, say hi then go to sleep – so, with new friends, an interesting beer in my belly and a rekindled spirit, we popped into Chris’s car and arrived at number 24.
Damien, Cathy and their two little girls were the most joyfully welcoming people I could have hoped for!
The next morning my plan was to bus back to Martelange, hop off where I’d been picked up then walk back to Arlon.
My bus arrived and I popped on – 6.50 Euro!
It’s interesting; Due to the cheaper tax for Petrol Stations in Luxembourg, Oil Companies just cluster together on the Luxembourgish side of the road – it’s a peculiar sight!
Across the road and into Luxembourg.
I peed here last night before being collected by Chris. I also peed here the next morning.
My walk today was an easy going 25KM or so – this sign is for directly on the motorway, I was popping off to some forest tracks 🙂
I sat here, on the middle bench, last night for a bit contemplating what was the best strategy for arriving in Arlon. I was happy to be back in the morning well rested and fed ^_^
Bye bye, Martelange!
Well…sure beats the motorway.
OH BUT THE HILLS.
I walked through a village called ‘Post’ – thought it was noteworthy. ^_^
Also spotted this sign about the American Quarter Ho(Q?)rse Association – quite cool!
This looks like a dude in a gas-mask and no-one can convince me otherwise.
And check out this wee dude hitching a ride – he was difficult to photograph!
Another Gasmask wearing fire hydrant.
By this point I was closing quickly into Arlon, I could see one of the Churches in the distance.
As I began eating into the outskirts of Arlon, I came across this spectacularly painted building.
As night began a creepin’ in, I retraced my morning steps to the bus-stop and was on the home straight to number 24.
‘Twas a swell day!