Belgium! Here we come!

The day started early. Very early! In fact, I was my usual self that I have always been since childhood! Just excited to be going on holiday. So excited, that I don't sleep! I used to get so excited, that I would have an asthma attack!  
I was wide awake at 5 am. Never mind. The adrenaline will keep me going.
We were at Dover, and checked in for our ferry to Dunkirk, by 11.15 am.
Strangely not many people wanting to travel to Europe?! A few lorries, and a few cars, and that was it.  
We even had time to go into the Customs shed to have our van searched. They were looking for weapons. I "forgot" to tell them about my trusty Swiss Army Wife! It goes with me most of the time, so that I can get stones out of boys scouts' hooves whenever i need to.
Once on board, we were put right at the front, which means that we will be first off the boat. 
Lunch was good. The sailing was calm as a millpond. But the poor cashier on the boat was depressed about Brexit. She gets paid in GBP, and has to convert her pay into Euros. The rate just now is pants, so has effectively taken a wage cut. Poor girl.
On a brighter note, the peanut M&Ms that I bought on ship worked out at 63p per 100g. Every silver lining,... and all that.

First to drive off the ferry!  Whey hey!

It was comforting, once we were out of Dunkirk, to see that the French have the equivalent of 'Operation Stack' (or is Operation Brock, now?) in place on the approach roads to Dunkirk Ferry Port.  You know the drill.  One lane reserved for freight lorries.  The other for car traffic.  Police waiting to catch those that try to jump the queue.  (If you've never been in Kent, you won't know what I'm talking about).
We soon were in Belgium and heading towards Italy.  A long journey.  But we were determined.
The campsite we thought we would go to were renovating the wash blocks, so were unable to take us.  There was no option but to travel on until we found a campsite.
The problem was that we didn't.  After phoning about 30 sites, we eventually found two that said they could take us.  But something obviously got lost in translation, and it transpired that both were shut.  
The problem was that Belgium isn't open until 1 April.  That's a bit of a pain for us who need to find accommodation for a couple more nights in March!
In the end we had to go for the upmarket variety and book ourselves into a hotel for the night.  
Here is me, trying to work out how to turn the flippin' lights on in our room!

Tim trying to find out how to turn the lights on!

We didn't even know where we were at this point!  We were just exhausted after a day behind the wheel.
But looking on the map, we were just south of Namur.  Which is just below the "m" of Belgium on our map.

We were glad to have found a place to rest for the night.