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Sun, Jul 20, 2008

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Right. Brussels.

I got here on the train on Friday at 4pm. Was booked into a hostel by around 5pm - had to pay the extra for a single room because it was the only one free.

The evening passed uneventufully - there weren't many people around in the communal areas, and those that were seemed far too 'cliquey' (and non-english-speaking) to try and strike up a conversation with.

Saturday morning, I had a fairly unspecial breakfast. They need to grasp certan fundamentals, such as that milk should be cold and toast should be hot. Then I spent quite a few hours wanderng around the city seeing stuff.

Saturday evening, there WERE some people around, and I passed an hour or two with three Irish lads, two American girls from California, and an American guy from New York.

And then wound up going out drinking and clubbing with them.

It appears I still look younger than I am - I was asked if I was doing this backpacking trip because I just graduated from University. And I suppose, strictly speaking, I *was* at university for the last year(ish).. but looking 21 doesn't magically make you 10 years younger than you really are, so dancing until 4:30 in the morning has left me feeling a bit grotty. Getting separated from the main group on the way from the karaoke bar (where we did Paul Simon's "Call me Al") to the club with only the most drunken Irish chap with me made for a bit of a testing time. I had to apologise for his behaviour at one pub before he was thrown out.

I admit I was a fair distance from sobriety, but at least I switch to water before I get drunk enough to start acting like an arsehole.. Ah well. Maybe it's a cultural thing.

Having had another crappy breakfast and a shower, I feel surprisingly good for having had less than 3 hours sleep last night. No doubt the fatigue will kick in at the most inconvenient time during the day. I want to get some more sightseeing done - it's kind of mandatory that I go see the EU buildings while I'm here, even though they're apparently vwery uninteresting. And I need to buy at least SOME Belgian chocolates while I'm here - had one of the American bloke's yesterday, it was delicious.

I also need to work out where I'm going to go when I leave here tomorrow. Hopefully I'll manage a glance at a map sometime today..

5 comments

Citronella
Comment from: Citronella [Visitor] Email · http://unsubstantialbubbles.net
Belgian chocolate makes me nauseous. Except for their Côte d'Or, it's all too buttery and too sweet. Eek!

(Yeah, I'm in a controversial mood, I think.)
21/07/08 @ 06:02
oneandoneis2
Comment from: oneandoneis2 [Member] · http://geekblog.oneandoneis2.org/
Actually, I think it was Cote d'Or that he had - I'm sure it had a "d'Or" in the name. And it was a hell of a lot nicer than the stuff I bought, because I couldn't find the place he went to.

So right now, I'm inclined to agree with you :o)
22/07/08 @ 19:33
Citronella
Comment from: Citronella [Visitor] Email · http://unsubstantialbubbles.net
You can easily find the stuff I'm talking about in a supermarket (Belgium or France at least). Try the one that says "degustation" on it.
22/07/08 @ 19:43
alexandreena
Comment from: alexandreena [Visitor] Email · http://alexandreena.blogspot.com
Do not eat Cote d'Or and think that's the best Belgian chocolate can be. Or anywhere close to it. Walk into a proper chocolatier ( it's ok to feel cheap, and get the cheapest thing they have- still better than cote d'or).
06/08/08 @ 14:55
oneandoneis2
Comment from: oneandoneis2 [Member] · http://geekblog.oneandoneis2.org/
It was definitely chocolate from a chocolatier. It had "d'Or" in the name. It was a chocolate covered with cocoa dust. It was very very nice. Beyond that, I have no idea what it was - certainly it wasn't a bar of Cote d'Or..
07/08/08 @ 13:49

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