After Bruge I cycled toward the Flanders seaside and then made my way toward the Netherlands. On the way to the border I passed herds of cattle eating breakfast in pastures, and crossed a number of canals that ran through pancake-flat Flanders. It felt great to cross the border into the land of dikes, windmills, canals and bicycles. Everyone seems so responsible and reasonable here. I think it is safe to say that most people would want their children to grow up Dutch. (9/08/04)

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Cow Pasture, Western Flanders, Belgium