As you can see from the chart below, we are starting to make a small impact on the interweb with some 50 vists form around the world. To be fair, we dont count Belgium as that is almost certainly the two of us checking for ourselves while resting in Waterloo.
The rolling landscape of the Waterloo battlefield is quite a surprise as you get closer. At first glance, its hard to imagine how the two armies didnt just flatten each other.
As you get closer the dips and rises emerge from the ground and the explanations for the final various scirmishes becomes clearer.
How the French and English soldiers stood their ground against the mixture of the cavalry charges, infantry volleys and cannon fire is a mystery. What remains today, is of course the victors view with Wellington’s position now turned into the Lion Monument:
The rest, as they say, is just a fun cycle ride and a great lunch:
A DAY OF TECHNICAL PREPARATIONS before WATERLOO
On June 15, 1815 Lord Wellington was caught unawares by the wily Napoleon, and while Wellington attended a ball of the Duchess of Richmond up at Brussels, Napoleon moved his considerable army north to Charlois, just south of Waterloo. “He has outfoxed me”, exclaimed the Iron Duke. John and I could not let the same fate befall us.
Jay had flown to Holland to meet John in preparation for the Battlefields touring. Below is a candid shot taken as Jay is entering the airplane for the flight from Washington DC to Amsterdam, helped by a beautiful blonde stewardess, where he was met by John.
Jay’s bicycle, a specially constructed Giant Envy with bigger tires and gears to better keep up with John, had been carefully packed in its luggage container, and was reconstructed in John’s house in Leiden, Netherlands. Note also the disc brakes and other features designed to battle the fields that our paths often traversed.
We made it to Waterloo, well ahead of Wellington, and found the town to be a “location vacation spot” filled with quaint shops, a plentitude of restaurants, inattentive waiters, avid tourists with bored teenage children and a nice hotel for us called the Cote Vert, the green shore.