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London to Brussels 2013

To the heart of Europe.

Today was a great day. After spending the night on the street of the wooden cross, I said goodbye to my hosts German missionaries Berthold and Renatta. I had my new sidekick Ben, who followed my every move with his... Continue Reading →

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Men at Work

After be excellently hosted by fellow countrymen Geoff and Maggie Lee, I was dropped on to the N9 road to Aalst. Foolishly I forgot to take a photo of them before I left. Today was a day to meet working... Continue Reading →

The Father’s love

Firstly apologies for the late posting of this blog, but I have been out all day. Together with my hosts, I went to every nation church Gent, for a morning and evening service. The Church is only 3 years old, ... Continue Reading →

Multiplied blessings

What a fantastic day, after a great nights sleep,  and a fantastic buffet breakfast at the hotel Shamon in Eeklo, it was time to hit the road again. The sun was shining and the birds were singing all was good... Continue Reading →

On my bike

Today, I overslept,  clearly all this exercise makes me sleepy, I said goodbye to my hosts Patrick and Anja and hit the road. Patrick and Anja, have particular ministry to bikers across Belgium. It was foggy this morning, and I... Continue Reading →

In Bruges

Today was an easier day of walking, and boy did I need it. The first 10 kilometres was open country. For a country with not many Christians I got a lot of honks, waves and thumbs up.  One dear old... Continue Reading →

I do like to be beside the zee sijde (apologies for the spelling).

Today, I said farewell, to Oostende, but not before I bought a replacement nut to hold the cross beam on, it cost the princely sum of 30 cents. I shared a room with a young guy of 20 Gunther,  whose... Continue Reading →

Miracles of salvation and provision

Today was a key day for the whole mission.  I left the youth hostel in Oostduinkerke, with just under €20 in my pocket not enough for a room, but enough for food. When I arrived in France on Saturday,  I... Continue Reading →

Crossing borders.

This morning I said goodbye to the lovely Hubert and Morissette,  despite the language difficulties they were marvelous hosts, looking after not only me but Morissette's mother of 102 and a small grandson too. Hubert, took me to the border,... Continue Reading →

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