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Nieuwpoort

The Dike

This is the place that caused the German advance to be bogged down. The dikes
were opened here flooding the lowlands along the river. The result was a
four-year-long stalemate broken when America joined the fray pushing the
Germans back and forcing the armistice (how is that really spelled?) and
the end to the war (but then setting the almost inevitable next war’s
stage).

I’m at a restaurant for dinner. I never stopped for lunch, and almost all
the restaurants here feature seafood. Being on the ocean and a popular
tourist destination adds to the demand for seafood. I wanted steak, so it
took a couple of stops in different restaurants until I found one that
features red meat on the menu. Even at that, rather than bread, they
brought some strange looking shrimp, probably cooked in something, still in
their shells. Along with them came an empty bowl. I tried to peel one, but
it just came apart. I’m not interested in whole tiny, cold, damp shrimp so
the small bowl full of them are just sitting there. I’ll let the waiter
take them away when he brings my meal.

I’m not even half way done on this tour. It’s 6:30 pm and I’ll be here
another half hour. There’s two more stops in this town, including a walking
tour around the locks, before continuing back south on the German side of
the line.

Since this was the sector assigned to the Belgians and they were supposed
to be neutral in this conflict (the Germans certainly didn’t care about
that), the Beligian army took essentially a “stop them and hold them”
stance. They did not attack or become the aggressors in the war at the
order of their then King Albert. My next stop is a monument to him.

Also, most of this tour has been about the Belgian involvement, told from
their viewpoint. I learned today some interesting things. At that time the
official language was French. The officers spoke French and had been
trained by the French. Most of the enlisted / conscripted ranks spoke
Flemish (a dialect of Dutch) and didn’t read or write French. That lead to
huge communication problems that were never really solved during the war.

There had already been a big separatist movement before the war. As these
dissidents were conscripted into the army, they began organizing the
soldiers and campaigning for equality of Flemish. Many were sent to jail
and a few were executed for insubordination, further exacerbating the
situation.

Meanwhile, on the other side of the line, the Germans were promising a
Flemish state under German rule, of course, in return for Belgian
cooperation, which was meet with disdain by dissident and loyal citizen
alike. The Germans were not light in their retribution, executing 10
Belgians for each act of supposed insubordination. So there was a kind of a
civil war going on under the umbrella of the larger conflict.

The meal has been good. Steak with a mushroom sauce, fries (of course), and
a pretty good side salad. The sky, which has threatened rain all day, has
brightened up a bit. I’ll at least visit King Albert and then decide what
to do after that.

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Ramskapelle

Remains of the Railway Station

This small town has two somewhat noteworthy items. At the entrance to the
town is the second of two demarcation posts (saying “Here the conqueror was
stopped”) that the Germans missed destroying during WWII. It’s also the
site of the only successful bayonet charge of the war (the French and the
Belgians counterattacking the Germans at the train station). After that,
trench warfare took over and machine guns ruled. Each year this town re-enacts the battle. For some reason each war starts off using the previous war’s weapons and tactics but then one side or the other quickly evolves.

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Demarcation Post

Demarcation Post

I parked by the side of a bicycle path and walked a half-mile (each way) to
Old Stuivekens. The town has been relocated about a mile and a half onto a
more main road when the railroad track was taken up in the mid-70’s.
Remaining is a small church, Chapel of Notre Dame of Victory, and the base
of it’s bell tower. The tower was an observation post for the Belgian Army
until German artillery took the tower down.

The notable item, however, was a small stone pillar on which was carved in
Dutch: “Here the conqueror was stopped.” Very few of these markers remain.
During the German occupation during WWII, special units were commissioned
and sent out to obliterate any monuments to the German defeat in World War
One! They missed a few, and this was one of them.

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The Trench of Death

Trench of Death

This area north of Diksmuide was strategic during the early part of the
war. Several very large oil tanks stood in the middle of no-mans-land and
both the Germans and the Belgians (who were assigned this part of the front
to defend) began trenching towards the tanks. Neither side attained the
objective. When the Germans realized they couldn’t get there, the tanks
were shelled and destroyed. Before that, however, both side took heavy
casualties while digging the trenches at night and defending them during
the day. Hence the name: the trench of death.

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Peace Gate

The Peace Tower

Two hours later and I’m just on the outer edge of Diksmuide, stop #4. I
don’t know where 2 and 3 are — the street was closed and it took a bit to
circumnavigate the closed area. I either need a navigator or a driver! It’s
sometimes hard to do both.

The Peace Gate includes a tall 84 meter tower, 22 floors. It turns out the
elevator goes up, but you have to walk down as the museum is on the floors
as you descend. I’m pretty sure there was information about this, but not
in English! While some of the museum was about the two wars, most was
dedicated to the Flemish separatists who were striving for an independent,
Dutch speaking state. While the history was somewhat interesting, there was
very little in English (not surprising considering the subject matter). So
— on to the next stop: Death Passage.

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Diksmuide

Diksmuide Town Hall

I’ve now started the Yzer Front tour of significant places during World War
One. This is another town on the front lines completely destroyed even
though it was never occupied. The town sits on the Ijzer River, now a
popular location for luxury yachts well protected from the sea. During The
Great War, the Belgians flooded the Yzer plain blocking the German advance.
This 48-mile driving tour today goes along the river on both sides with
many stops along the way at points of interest.

Getting here was a bit of an adventure. I needed gas and nary an open
station was to be found. Many would take a credit card 24 hours a day, but
only with a PIN number. My PIN from the US wouldn’t work. I stopped at
several stations trying various cards without luck. Finally, with the car
making lots of ringing bells and chimes to tell me that I’m running out of
gas, I saw a fellow inside a closed station. I was able to convince him to
come out and sell me 50 euros cash of gasoline. I’m now good to go for the
rest of the day.

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Travel Adventures in Belgium

Since the train runs between Kortrijk and Oudenaarded, and Friday was a day where very few people would be at work, I decided to take the train rather than drive. Getting to Oudenaarde was no problem, except the train schedule didn’t seem to be the real train schedule. The schedule listed a train at 7:47, but there was no train. The one scheduled at 8:08 turned out to be at 8:06 instead. But with all that, there was no problem with the trip. It was fast, much easier than driving. It took about 10 minutes to walk from the hotel to the train station in Kortrijk, the actual train ride was about 25 minutes with two stops, and another 15 minutes to walk from the train station to the office.

Before I left the station in Kortrijk, I checked to see what the schedule was to return. It said there was a train on normal days at 2:28 p.m. or on weekends and holidays at 2:29 p.m. The next train was an hour later. I decided I’d leave the office at 2, catch the 2:20-something train, and all would be well. As luck would have it, I didn’t get out of the office until 2:10, so I really hiked down to the station. There were several tracks, and each had a train. Which one went to Kortrijk? I went up on the platform that I arrived on and asked a person. He told me this was the train to Kortrijk. I should have asked someone else! It turns out he spoke French and didn’t understand me for sure because the train went south instead of west and I ended up in Ronse instead at the next stop. So, here I sit on the train headed back to Oudenaarde. I’ll now be on the 3:20-something train. I should have enough time to ask the station master which train to take this time. I’ve got a telephone conference at 4:00 p.m. and I’ll be late. I forgot to bring my Blackberry with me today — it’s sitting on my bed waiting for me to put it on my belt! So, I’ve no way to call into the meeting until I’m back at the hotel room. Dang.

It’s now 3:29 and I’m on the train to Kortrijk from Oudenaarde. The train left a minute ago and I’ve verified with a couple of folks that this is the right train. It’s going a different direction than the last one, so that much is good. It’s a very cloudy day, so there are no shadows to indicate which direction we are going.

We’re going past the nuclear power plant, so we’re definitely headed in the right direction. The countryside is very pretty and very European. Lots and lots of small farms with multitudes of cows. I think that most of the farming must exist to feed the cows. The farms are generally well kept and tidy; a far cry from many of the farms in the back roads in southeastern Idaho. Almost every house that has a back yard coming up to the train tracks has a garden growing vegetables of some sort. Very few have grass in the back yard so it’s definitely more for growing things. Once I get to Kortrijk, I’ll have to hurry to the hotel. Perhaps there’ll be a taxi close by that I can take. It might be worth it.

This train moves quite fast between stations — faster than I’m allowed to drive on the highway. That’s probably why the train gets there more quickly, even with the stops. We’ve passed a couple of windmills — somewhat different than those in Holland but still windmills. I think I need to build one and start generating some electricity. Perhaps I can use the electricity to put pathway lighting in, or to put some lights in the back yard around the fence.

This must be more of an express train. We’ve passed a couple of stations where we stopped this morning. It’s time to put the computer away as we’re fairly close to Kortrijk! At this rate I’ll have plenty of time to walk to the hotel. It took only 14 minutes to go from Oudenaarde to Kortrijk. The fastest I’ve driven is 28 minutes — or twice as long.

Well, I’ve arrived at the hotel in plenty of time for my meeting. I could even answer a couple of e-mails!!