(original date of this entry: Aug 21, 2017)
Then, on the way to kp 41, I cross a road and continue along a narrow strand of dirt that skirts a brook capped with pea-green detritus where I spotted exotic ducks. Finally at kp 41 I hit the grand Kanaal Dessel-Schoten, where I now sit scribbling at a picnic table. Cyclists of all stripes pass now and then. It is now cloudy, a bit cool and the air is still.
Below Schilde I hit the the big canal again—the Albertkanaal—and retraced my path to kp 29 → 24 with a series of hulking boats moored to the wharf. Then went past the arched bridge (kp 24) over which I'd come. At kp 16 I climbed to go over an intersecting canal–the Dessel-Turnhout, where a freighter was making a sharp turn–then at kp 30 climbed further to go over another bridge (toward kp 3). This took me through the western part of Wijnegem, i.e. east Antwerp, and soon I was back at the entrance to the Rivierenhof.
Going west down the Plantin en Moretuslei I spotted "Chickenphone" which now, at 10 pm, seemed a good option, as the bistros on Dageraadplaats would be cleaning up their kitchens. I got a "chickenphone salad," took it to the Dageraadplaats where the terraces were now boisterous. Strung above the enchanting plaza was the same net of starlights that I recall from my last visit three years ago. A couple of pickup basketball games were going on at the two courts on the east side of the square. I took one of the broad stately benches by the Café Tranquilo, on the opposite side of which a group of Moroccan men congregated as they might in Rabat, and enjoyed my chicken salad enhanced with a half liter of Bordeaux wine. I felt like a hobo. Continued ...