Ninlingspo valley hike

The spring is approaching, the green specks of leaves of eager to burst open in the vast expanses of brown fallen leaves, the Sun yet plays hide n seek with the budding flowers and the breeze lost its sting. With so much happening in the forests, though the clouds in the sky were making  the sun scarce and temperature plummet again - they were not enough to keep us home bound on a grey, cold Saturday. Bags packed, tiffin locked and camera charged - off we go. This time to a oriental sounding river, in the heart of Belgium. Close to Liege-Spa-Remouchamps is a small sleepy village Sedoz. Starting from here with our new GPS on the click- we planned to follow the Ninlingspo river upstream to a vantage pint overlooking the Ardennes.

The lay out was a hike along the river in the forest. Starting with Deepam as the brightest spot my camera could find in the entire day, I focussed on my favourite focus point :)

With numerous river crossings stating from the begining, Deepam already knew she had trouble brewing by not wearing waterproof shoes. Fortunately with the spring just beginning, there was not much water and the logs fell at strategic places.

The chirping started, mankind made itself scarce and it was pue bliss.Soon enough the short inclines started and walking became a sccrable at times, often unsightly and ungainly. Discussing the synamics of walking - chi running -  over striding , we improved our postures. The GPS-wikiloc, worked liked a charm and after a nearly lost experience with Lucy and Charles at Haute Fen, it was reassuring

It would be an interesting walk in the summers with warmer temperatures.


At times you slow down and hear the gurgling of the water, its in a hurry but not rushed. Its amazing how peacful can it look and sound when its actually in a tearing rush to go down. Perhaps because its to go down and not up

Soon enough by time but late enough for our hungry bellies, we chanced on a bench, overlooking the magnificient landscape. Out came the tiffin and it was the time to dig in . By the time we finished devouring the last specks of food, came a group of retired people. They were out to have a walk, what a paradox - being Belgians they were venturing here the first time. But there is no one who would have seen every part of his country, even if its as small as Belgim, if he has - then the grudge would be that he hasnt been much beyond his own country. So like open mminded travellers we should shun these predujices - I remind myself time and again. After an interesting chat we started for the second leg.
We chanced on a waterfall and it was neighther spectacular nor breathtaking but it was mersmerising.

Nearing the end we came to the vantage point (the first picture on top). It was a nice place to be, but a frequented vantage point, nothing more-nothing less. Lumbering downhill with my comedy radio channel at full blast ( Deepam channel-personal frequency - wife radio; are the specs). Back to car-refreshed and happy and with the thought to be back next week.