Cycling to Doel: an Antwerp day trip to the Belgian Chernobyl

We recently made a cycling trip on the left bank of the Scheldt, to the semi-abandoned village of Doel. This makes for a perfect alternative ‘off the beaten track’ day trip from Antwerp. Which packs many different things into one long but exciting day. You’ll cycle through a big port, the second biggest of Europe, and past a monster of a nuclear power plant. But you’ll also see happy bunnies jumping over fields and sheep walking freely over the roads. Industry and idyll.

The prerequisite is that you have a bicycle, or that you’re willing to rent one. De Lijn’s buses no longer pass Doel. Besides, you’d miss out on a lot of extras that make the excursion worthwhile. The whole trip is more than 50 kilometres. Read on to find out how to do it practically and what you can see along the way.

Sheep flock on the streets with the port of Antwerp in the back.

How to visit Doel by bicycle?

Antwerp runs a convenient waterbus on the river Scheldt. Take it from the city centre (a stop called ‘Steenplein’) to ‘Zwijndrecht’. You can also get off at ‘Kallosluis’ or ‘Liefkenshoek’ if cycling 50k seems a bit too ambitious. A single ticket costs €3, a return €5. We asked for a return ticket to and from ‘Kallosluis’, as we wanted to skip the last bit on the way back, but got off at ‘Zwijndrecht’.

We used the awesome Flemish cycling network ‘Knooppunten’. The concept is easy. You compile your own route on the website and write down the numbers you have to follow in order not to get lost. This system originated in the coalmines in Limburg, where miners memorised numbers and routes to return safely from under the ground. A clever engineer saw the potential for cycling trips. Now you can set out to almost anywhere in Flanders without maps or GPS.

We followed these numbers: 11 — 15 — 17 — 13 — 16 — 14 — 17 — 15 — 11. It’s important to note, however, that you don’t need to cycle all the way to that last 11 if you’re returning with the waterbus from ‘Kallosluis’. If you want to take the waterbus back from ‘Zwijndrecht’, you need to add 46 to the end of your list. We also included a loop from Doel through the polders (one of the few Dutch words that made it into the English language!) and the surrounding picturesque countryside. Optional, but highly recommended.

What can you see along the way?

Nature and countryside

It’s worth to make a stop at Groot Rietveld for a short walk through the reed lands of this ornithologists paradise. Lissedodde is another nature reserve you’ll pass. Sometimes, you’ll cycle on small unpaved roads past fields full of cows. Hard to believe you’re so close to a city that prides itself as cosmopolitan and to one of the biggest ports in the worlds.

Anete cycles through the countryside of Kallo, near the port of Antwerp.

Village life

If you need to resupply or take a rest, nearby Kallo, a short detour from our route, has some facilities. I used to drink beers after work in a bar called In ‘t Sas. In this old-fashioned place (in the best meaning of the word), barmaid Fabienne has been the same for the last fifty years. Prices are low and, if you’re lucky, you can see how villagers play old pub games. As long as you order a drink, Fabienne will let you eat fries from the Belgian chip shop across the street. The owner of that frituur might even bring them to your table — the little luxuries of village life.

A big port

You can watch gigantic container ships from Panama come through Kallosluis and Kieldrechtsluis. The latter was the biggest lock in the world at the time of opening. Cycling through this monstrous landscape makes you feel quite small. Even on weekends when harbour activities run at a slower pace. The port itself serves as a habitat to certain species as well. Such as the sand martins that make their nest deep into piles of sand.

Tom next to Kieldrechtsluis

An old fort

We merely cycled by Fort Liefkenshoek and didn’t stop to visit. But this fort from the 16th century is supposedly a nice green area in the port. Intended to protect Antwerp against the Spanish, the city still yielded to the invaders. Fun fact: the strong Spanish presence led to the nickname of Antwerpians, ‘sinjoren’, from the Spanish señor.

The abandoned village Doel

The port’s history is also one of extensions that wiped villages from the map. On the other side of the river, you can still spot old church towers between containers and cranes. A 1960s plan intended to demolish Doel, a sleepy polder town. Loud protests from locals and economic stagnation in the 1970s finally saved Doel, although the expropriation process had already started. Around the turn of the century, the port company started buying houses from the villagers, many of whom were tired after years of fighting and insecurity.

Which is why Doel effectively died out. The school closed in 2003, when there were only seven pupils left. The port company failed to maintain the buildings, and squatters set up camp. Even though they have been either removed or forced to pay rent, the village still feels like a lawless place. Graffiti is sprayed over most houses and, upon our visit, a motorbike gang circled around the streets. True, we saw those same bikers drink tomato juice in the local bar, so they hardly could’ve been tough Hell’s Angels, but still. Doel also attracts day-trippers, urban explorers and photographers.

Because of its proximity to a looming nuclear power plant, Anete likened Doel to Pripyat, the town abandoned after the meltdown of Chernobyl. No worries, there haven’t been any nuclear disasters yet. Even though, supposedly, the reactor showed signs of ‘cracks’ in 2012. Let’s hope that Belgian nuclear scientists act a bit more responsible than the ones from the old Soviet Union.

More nature

After taking a break in De Molen, a bar which is housed in an old windmill, we continued our cycling trip past the nuclear station. We cycled over dikes next to the river Scheldt. Most of nature here, the bay muds and the fields teeming with bunnies, was built to compensate for the loss of green areas elsewhere. This is a bird paradise, and little do our feathered friends care about the close proximity of the port.

We cycled over quiet traffic-free roads, where we encountered no signs of life save for the free-ranging sheep that flocked the streets, until we reached the peaceful village of Prosperpolder. Insanely photogenic, Prosperpolder has no shops, no bakeries, no butcheries, not even a frituur, only a sporadically passing tractor and dung cart and one village bar, Den Angeluus. We would’ve stopped for a beer if we hadn’t earlier. Instead, we fantasised about what it must be like to live here and cycled back to Antwerp, to our home, where, we can choose between tens of shops within walking distance. So close, and yet so far away.

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Utila, Honduras: paradise island for divers in the Caribbean Sea

Tiny Utila, one of the Bay islands in front of Honduras’ Caribbean coast, serves as a ‘diving university’. By day, young backpackers study the wondrous underwater world of the second biggest barrier reef in the world. By night, the party can get raucous on this bounty island.

A wild game of pool on skid row

In the Skidrow Bar, in front of our Backpackers Lodge, tempers flared on a warm Caribbean evening.

“Gimme that ball”, the bartender yelled. Annoyed to death, he held a cooking pot in front of him. The pot contained all but one of the pool balls. The rascal with the missing ball refused to give it back. A little bit earlier, the players, a merry gang of young islanders and one grizzled gringo, almost got into a fight over a disputed game of pool.

What a great scene it was. Not in the least because of the gringo, an elderly man in shorts and bare torso who carried his own detachable cue stick in his backpack and who moved around frantically, as if on drugs, challenging local youth to games of pool. This island certainly holds a lot of characters.

Utila might evoke the cliché images of white sandy beaches and waving palm trees, but the town itself wasn’t all peace and quiet. In the narrow streets, pedestrians, cyclists, mopeds, golf carts and quads fought for the little available space. Save for the few pedestrians, no one seemed to stick to the maximum speed, 20 kilometres per hour. It was quite a frantic affair.

Pedestrians and tuk-tuks in the streets of tiny Utila, Honduras.
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In the meantime, a pot-bellied gringo, completely shit-faced, was carried to a tuk-tuk and ferried off. “He has no friends, but comes here every night to get pissed and harass women”, whispered another regular, a sailor waiting to join friends on a trip through the Caribbean. He shook his head. “Pretty sad.”

God knows how long the drunk had been going on maudlin solo visits to the bars of Utila. Local lore claims that Utila is one of those places that are impossible to leave. At least for a certain type of “Yolo” shouting, tequila jugging gringo. According to an island hit song, “I’m gonna leave tomorrow” is one of the three lies uttered the most on Utila. Another one is “I’m not drinking tonight”. Maybe this sad old drunk once belonged to that beautiful young party crowd. Some people fail to judge when the party is truly over for them.

Caribbean dream, but for how long?

Most visitors to Utila are divers, but there are many other ways to enjoy your time here. We rented a bicycle and a kayak to explore the island in different ways. With our bikes, we followed the contours of the island for a while, past oversized villas that could easily host whole villages, until we get lost in a tangle of small mud roads. We ended up near the airport with the fewest safety concerns in the world. From a strip of concrete amidst low scrubs, an 8-passenger Cessna just took off.

Eventually, we found our way back to Pumpkin Hill and the adjoining beach, Pumpkin Beach, a beautiful belt of white sand which ends almost directly on coral and which we had to ourselves. Pumpkin Hill, a small extinct volcano, offered great views over the island. There is still a lot of nature on this rock in the middle of the sea, although the project developers seem keen to change that. Many Americans have a Caribbean dream, so development is rampant, especially along the coastline. Whilst enjoying the beach, a drone buzzed over our heads, prospecting for land. My rock narrowly missed its target.

Anete walks on the beach on Utila, Honduras.

Iguana soup

I already mentioned that Utila is a popular spot for divers. Many come here to swim with whale sharks. The largest living fish species on the world, whale sharks can grow as big as a bus, although most of them stop at five to ten metres. Utila is the whale shark capital of the Caribbean Sea, one of the most reliable places to spot them. Although a protected species, whale sharks are under a lot of pressure from humans. Slow-moving, they sometimes end up in propellers of motorboats or as a bycatch of tuna fishermen.

We popped into the Whale Shark and Oceanic Research Center on Utila. The volunteer told us it was not the season to see them. I sighed with relief under my breath. Whale sharks might be eating only plankton and small fishes, and as thus pose no risk to humans, but look at that big mouth of theirs. A full-sized human easily fits in. No, I was quite happy to check out a different, less threatening type of animal. The Iguana Research Center commits itself to the survival of the local Utila spiny-tailed iguana. Aka the swamper.

With a habitat limited to Utila, the swamper is under serious threat. The local population likes to make a soup of it. Two other species of iguana live on this island, both of which faces problems of its own. The destruction of mangroves, by aforementioned project developers (scum of the earth, if you ask me!), does not improve the plight of these jolly fellows. A German volunteer, a student of forestry, expertly showed us around the many cages.

Down the mangroves

Anete paddles through the mangroves of the canal on Utila, Honduras.

We wanted to see the mangroves with our own eyes, so we rented a kayak. Not from youth hostel Venue, where a wild-haired yet slick volunteering gringo tried to convince us that their prices were “really not that expensive at all”. Instead, we turned to the friendly local man next-door, who provided us with lots of information about the journey. We intended to peddle through the ‘canal’, which cut the island in half. First, we had to cross a small lagoon. After some guesswork, we ended up in the canal.

The man had said the canal through the mangrove was three metres wide, but that was a generous assertion. At times we could barely paddle because the space on both sides of the boat was not sufficient to dip our paddle. We navigated through the mangrove, a smelly maze of funny-looking sticks. It took a while, an hour or so, and it was quite an experience to move through such an environment, one that we rarely get to see so closely.

On the other side of the island, peace and quiet awaited, long and lonely beaches that we had all to ourselves. The bustle of the village, where tuk-tuks mowed you over and fat ladies did laundry with much aplomb, contrasted sharply with this deserted island feeling. We dragged our kayak onto the land, hiding it between the pine trees, and jumped into the water. We’d found our little piece of paradise on busy Utila. Maybe we could really stay here forever?

Practical information about Utila, Honduras

What to do on Utila?

Most people come here to dive. We don’t dive but still managed to enjoy our time on the island. [Read: 3 fun activities to try in Utila when you’re not a diver]

Where to stay on Utila?

Lodging is more expensive than in other places in the country.

We stayed in the friendly Backpackers Lodge, where around 300 HLN got us a private double room with shared bathroom and kitchen. This place is not on Google Maps, but you can easily find it behind the notorious Skidrow Bar (but far enough to not suffer from noise pollution).

The Backpackers Lodge is connected to Gunter’s Ecomarine Dive Center. If we would’ve wanted to dive, we would have done it with these guys, a genuinely welcoming crowd.

Divers can often stay for free or get steep discounts on accommodation, so look into that if you’re planning to dive. Discover other options in Utila.

Where to eat on Utila?

Lots of options, although most comparatively expensive for Honduran standard. If this is your only destination in the country, make sure to try baleadas, delicious flour tortillas filled with refried beans, powdered cheese, marinated onions, hot sauce and sometimes, in more touristic areas, avocados. We ate cheap traditional baleadas in various small stalls on Main St, which you’ll find easily.

How to save money on Utila?

One of the owners of Gunther’s Eco Marine Dive Center used to work in Finland and made ferry trips to party in Tallinn. He also told us that Utila has the most expensive electricity on earth, having recently overtaken the Cayman Islands. Consequently, many things cost more here than elsewhere in Honduras.

  • Water, to start with, is much more expensive than on the mainland. Rather than continuously splashing the cash on small bottles, we paid a deposit for an 18.9-litre big jug, which we used to fill smaller bottles. This saved us hundreds of lempira’s, as we finished two of those big boys in five days. And it’s a remarkably more environmentally friendly solution.
  • If you’re planning to cook at least some of your meals, it’s worth to buy some basic groceries in La Ceiba.
  • Backpackers flock around The Venue. Even the ones not staying there, often rent kayaks from them. If you’re not joining a tour, however, you can rent a kayak for half the price from an old chap a few houses away.
  • Utila is small enough to get around on foot and bicycle. Don’t waste your money on renting a motorbike or, even worse, a golf cart or quad. You might think you look cool, but you’re just a dick that pollutes streets that are already plagued by exhaust fumes. Opt for cheaper and eco-friendlier bicycles (5 USD/day at Roneey).

How to get to Utila

Two companies ferry passengers between La Ceiba and Utila. The Utila Princess leaves La Ceiba at 9.30 am and 4 pm. The return leg away from the island runs at 6 am and 2 pm. 472/448 HLN (to Utila/from Utila). The Utila Dream goes twice daily from La Ceiba to Utila, at 9 am and 4.40 pm, and from Utila to La Ceiba at 7 am and 3.20 pm. 630/1250 HLN (one-way/return).

Onwards from Utila

  • Make your way to Copán Ruinas, a small town near ancient Maya ruins. This was one of our favourite places in the Central American region. [Read: horse riding in Copán Ruinas // birds in Copán Ruinas]
  • Not done yet with the Caribbean? Wind down some more in relaxed Trujillo.
  • Or head inland towards Lake Yojoa, for hikes, kayaking and craft beers.