An enjoyable 20 km circular walk starting and ending at Florival railway station
One of the fascinating aspects that I enjoy about Discovering Belgium is discovering the differences between the northern, Dutch-speaking part (Flanders) and the southern, French-speaking part (Wallonia).
A brief history lesson
Since the establishment of Belgium in 1815 and for the next 150 years or so, there was a clear divide between ‘prosperous Wallonia’ and ‘poor Flanders. Southern Belgium was reaping the benefits of the industrial revolution. Rich coal deposits in Wallonia fired thriving steel, glass and machine-building industries.
Meanwhile, its northern neighbour Flanders had watched its rural linen industry get blown away by mechanized competition, and its agricultural industry was failing to compete on an increasingly global market.
In the first half of the 20th century, however, the situation began to reverse. Coal mines in Wallonia began to run out. The oil boom of the 1950s broke the back of Wallonia’s industry. By the 1960s, most of the coal mines had been shut down and the steel industry substantially downsized.
Flanders, on the other hand, started making the most of its ports: Antwerp, Gent, Zeebrugge in particular. Coal and copper imported from the Belgian Congo gave birth to new manufacturing plants in port areas. Key industrial sectors such as oil refining and chemicals were developed, supported by direct foreign investment. Multinationals set up Europe-wide distribution centres, making use of Flanders’ growing road network. Brussels profiled itself as the capital of Europe and became a major financial, administrative and service centre.
The result is now more like ‘poor Wallonia’ and ‘prosperous Flanders’, with unemployment levels in Wallonia double those in Flanders.
Taking the train from the high-tech university city of Leuven (in Flanders) south into Wallonia clearly demonstrates this divide. I left the brand-new railway station of Leuven, travelled through the smart, university suburbs of Heverlee, passed by the high-tech science park, and gazed at the villas in well-off Sint-Agatha-Rode. Yes, this was indeed ‘prosperous Flanders’.
A few kilometres the train crossed the border into Wallonia and I got out at Florival railway station. Florival is literally just inside Wallonia, yet the contrast with what I had just passed through in Flanders was stark.
And if you were wondering where the Tractor Graveyard in my last blog post was located … yes, it’s in Florival.
But still a great place to walk!
You might wonder what I was doing in Florival. I actually found an interesting 20 km circular walk on my hiking friend Guido’s blog. So I downloaded it and followed it. Yes, it takes you through some semi-industrial and derelict areas as you can see from the photos above, but it also passes through some gloriously deserted forests, a couple of villages, along the River Dijle, and up and down a few Wallonian hills.
If you get thirsty, the Belgian Beer Tree is in full flower:
If you get hungry, you can always peel a few vegetables and eat them raw:
After that, you might need a bit of exercise:
And then a good sit-down in a comfy chair (or a hard one if you prefer):
But watch out for the dangerous dog with the cute bunny ears:
which maybe lives in this cute little house:
Finally, despite the industrial decline of Wallonia, there are some young Walloons who are obviously very industrious:
Guido’s route, which I followed, can be found here.