Distance 159.5 km Number of Steps 14,436 or 8.55 miles Time of Filing 3:15 AM Accommodations We are in downtown Liege, in the Wallonian part of Belgium. More on that later. Anyway, we are in the Penthouse apartment of the Smartflats Saint-Gangulphe Flats. Except for some pretty intense parking anxiety, and then a fairly lengthy game of hide-and-seek-with-your-luggage (played by exploring every corner and alley of Place St-Etienne and watching the whole time the little blue dot bounce around like a drunk ghost all over my Google Maps app on my iPhone which iPhone was at 3% and fading), and then after we won the game the staircase almost too narrow to fit our luggage through and very nearly vertical as in like a ladder slash corkscrew, and the way the Smartflat’s three year old Ikea makeover is starting to chip and fade at every turn (e.g. the sofa, the windows, the Besta media console), we really like it here. Mostly because it’s big and breezy, and centrally located. Also, it’s right around the corner from Sava, an Argentine grill.
Photograph some more actual bicycling. X
Photograph the race somewhere anywhere along the course. X
Get Keiran credentialed. ✓
Photograph the Mur De Huy in ALL ITS GLORY. Chillers & Racers alike. And bear witness to one of the best race climbs in the world. XXXXXXXXX
Top 3 Finishers
Christopher Froome (+0:00:00)
Alexis Vuillermoz (+0:00:04)
Dude, I can’t take the suspense. Even in this semi-questionable Airbnb unit in French-speaking Belgium, the Wifi is fantastic. Makes me want to ping it and see if we’re setting a record or something. But listen, I know the sockless Gucci driving loafer is about to drop any minute, the closer and closer we get to France.
I can’t remember, I was in a car all day. I mean, I think it was pretty pleasant? Definitely sunny. Not too hot. Wait, towards the end of the day like around when the race finished, it was hot. I had to walk to the top of the Mur de Huy, which caused me to sweat. Mostly on my face and from my armpits down the underside of my arms. But also in my underwear too. About halfway up I got a ride from the Chewbaccas #thanks #blessed. I know what you’re thinking, why were you out there on foot on your own anyway? Was the hilltop finish closed to the Press? Nope, it was absolutely open to the Press. But listen, I don’t want to talk about it right now. Maybe later.