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Travel Blogs from Ghent
... the crowd playing trumpets and saxophones, and doing circle work around people and being funny. They ended up on the stage where the conductor guy introduced them, did a small speech that I couldn't understand from his thick English accent, and the strange echo through the pavilion, then he introduced the band. So this is what was being set up last night! The band played, and they were very good, and as they played, all the strange white boxes that were suspended around the stage ...
Our last day we spent just walking around Brussels again before heading to the airport for our flight out. We didn't see too much more and really just took the time to have our last waffle! Bought a few treats hear and there but couldn't really spend up large as we could only take what we could fit into our restricted Ryanair carry on!
All in all AMAZING time in Belgium! I know I'll dream about the waffles for years to come
... with me.
Monday, August 20th started
with a meeting with Filip, our Belgian fieldwork coordinator. After
months of correspondence via email, it was really nice to finally put
a face with the name. Filip is an incredibly sweet man, whose
typically European round classes and soft spoken nature only make
you like him even more. For the better half of Monday, Filip gave us
a tour of Arteveldehogschool college campus, ...
... Ghent's castle, the Gravensteen, conveniently located in the centre of town. The Gravensteen means the castle of the Counts of Flanders, built in the 12th century as an imposing and sinister reminder of the count's control over his subjects in Ghent. We took a tour around the Castle including the Courtyard, the Count's residence and the dungeon/torture chamber which houses a genuine guillotine (with replica blade).
... which track to board the train and I had no map (because that how I roll) where I was going. Everything was still in Francais and the only French I knew where French toast and French fries, which out here must be waffles and croquettes! This was the first day I felt a little out of place kind of like where is Waldo but is was Where is Grego. My only instructions were to board the train to the Gare du Nord and walk to Botanique and my hostel would be somewhere ...