2026 Aalst Travel Guide: must-see attractions, popular food, hotels, transport & travel experiences (updated in September)

#arrivalguide My final stop in Belgium was the complete opposite of Aalst: the High Fens (Hautes Fagnes) near Eupen, in the German-speaking part of the country. I took a train to Eupen, then a local bus to the Signal de Botrange, the highest point in Belgium. From there, I began a walk into the peat bog. The landscape is otherworldly—flat, treeless, and covered in spongy moss. I arrived in a thick mist that reduced visibility to about twenty meters. The silence was absolute, broken only by the crunch of my boots on the wooden boardwalks. I was searching for a specific border stone—a trig point marker from the 19th century that delineates the Belgium-Germany border. After ten minutes of wandering in the white void, I found it: a small, moss-covered stone with a weathered inscription. I sat down on the damp wood, the mist clinging to my eyelashes. It was freezing, despite it being early spring. I pulled out a thermos of tea I’d brought from Brussels (essential gear!) and drank it slowly. A pair of hikers from Aachen appeared out of the fog, nodded silently, and disappeared again. It felt like being on the roof of the world, or at least the roof of Belgium. The experience was profoundly solitary. It made me consider the nature of borders—how arbitrary they seem in such a vast, empty landscape. Have you ever traveled to a place simply because it was a geographical extreme (highest, lowest, northernmost)? And does reaching that point feel like a spiritual milestone or just a box to tick? The mist at Eupen didn’t lift for my entire walk, and somehow, that felt right.

#arrivalguide Timing an arrival in Aalst (Alost) is everything. I arrived on the Monday evening of the annual Carnival (late February/early March), a UNESCO-recognized event known for its satirical and often controversial spirit. The atmosphere was electric and slightly chaotic. The main square was packed with people wearing oversized heads and painted faces. I pushed through the crowd to witness the climax: the burning of the effigy doll. As the straw-filled figure went up in flames, the heat hit my face, and the embers glowed an intense orange, illuminating the faces of the spectators. The crowd cheered and sang a local song, "Voil Jeanet," which roughly translates to a celebration of the common man. I bought a paper cone of cuberdons(the iconic Belgian raspberry candy, €3) from a street vendor and munched on them as I walked around the glowing pyre. The smoke smelled of burning hay and cheap perfume. A middle-aged woman next to me, dressed as a giant strawberry, explained that the doll represents the "old year" or a political figure being mocked. It was raucous, messy, and utterly authentic—a far cry from the sanitized Christmas markets. It made me think about the role of satire in culture. Do you seek out festivals that challenge norms and embrace a bit of anarchy, or do you prefer the safety of traditional celebrations? And have you ever been to an event that felt like it was happening forthe locals rather than forthe tourists? The embers of Aalst stayed with me long after the fire died down.

Embarking on a journey of serenity in Betong, Yala, was an escape like no other. Nestled amidst nature's embrace, this hidden gem unveiled captivating landscapes and cultural wonders. 🏞️✨ From tranquil tea plantations to mesmerizing waterfalls, every moment was a canvas of breathtaking beauty. 🍃🌊 The rich tapestry of local traditions and flavors added depth to my experience, as I savored delectable cuisine and explored vibrant markets. 🍜🛍️ The warmth of the community and their heartfelt stories painted a picture of resilience and unity, leaving an indelible mark on my heart. 💕🤝 Betong's charm is an open invitation to unwind and reconnect with the soul. This journey rekindled my spirit and reawakened a sense of wonder. ✈️🌏 #BetongBliss #YalaYonders #TravelTales #timetotravel

Super 8 beer comes in three different rich flavors and alcohol levels, making it a classic Flemish beer from Belgium. You definitely have to try it!