Having ticked off Germany and Belgium yesterday it was time to add another country to this Tour de Europe as we left Liege and headed to France via Luxembourg.
The start yet again gave a stark reminder of the state of society and the perceived level of threat to daily life. Armed soldiers in place of police officers, armored trucks posing as team cars (yes thats a bit of a joke but there were quite a few of there controlling traffic flow)
There are days when the landscape lacks the potential and there are days when it has too much potential and you so many options you don’t find out what works until too late.
On Le Tour you do get to go to some cool places and some you might not get to do in the same way without it and that was definitely the case with the Spa Francorchamps circuit. You always try not to just cluster like sheep next to other photographers but at the same time i always worry that I’ve missed something obvious and awesome. This was definitely that case, the picture i didn’t quite get because the camera couldn’t keep up with the amount of “winging” i was doing. Its at time like this that you wish the creative juices flowed quicker but its always a learning process of what works and what doesn’t and how to assess that.
The day didn’t really get much better for creativity, with the last couple of kilometers fully covered by barriers it really limited the options for covering something other than the finish line. Don’t misunderstand me the finish line is always a good shot but sometimes it feels like a point and shoot lottery. If you are lucky you catch the action and get a nice celebration or something else that’s happening, worst case is that you track the wrong rider and miss the celebration completely.
So for a fairly “light” day in terms of photos and therefore a short bit of editing it was off to find the hotel and dinner, As it turned out this was more of a mission that we really wanted.
The hotel was pleasant enough but it was buried in the city centre and their car park closed due to someone else doing construction we ended up a good few minutes walk away, while this may sound like i am being lazy when you have to lug all of your cases through a shopping precinct and it takes more than one trip it really eats into you time for finding food. Team that up with being on the top floor and a lift so small you can barely a person in there, let alone a bag it makes a long unpacking effort.
Unpacking out the way and the very friendly offering a recommendation (probably of the only restaurant open on a Monday night) we optimistically set off for a long over due meal. The promise was high with the restaurant offering Portuguese cuisine, which turns out to be mostly grilled meat. The 50 minute wait with no wifi and watching other peoples food was certainly an interesting tactic to build the anticipation. The final execution and delivery made us feel slightly better but given how late it was and how long we had waited it was marginal gains. The picture below is the only time i was happy about the meal…that evening and the following morning were, to save you details thati am sure you can imagine from badly cooked meat… “sub-optimal”