Kwalito Bed & Breakfast
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- Continental Breakfast
- Swimming pool
- Free High-Speed Internet
- Free parking
- Kids activities or Babysitting
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... now!) beer over dinner.
The next day had no travel - so the entire day to explore. After breakfast at the hotel, we headed up the road and hired a couple of bikes. We were told it was one of the best ways to experience Brugge - totally agree. With no real plan in place, we set our sights on a bike path we had seen the day before. It was a good call (if I do say so myself) as it ...
Michael wanted to see the soccer match between Australia and Netherlands, so we drove into Ypres. We drove along this narrow road which became more narrow as we drove further. It was beside the canal all the way and I said to Michael I think this is a bicycle path! On the way home we discovered it was! Found a pub where the TV was on and sat down. We were the only ones there. Unfortunately the result did not go our way, ...
... it really was quite comfy. (Even the spell checker cannot believe we went second class - it spell checked 'second' to 'social'.) Our hotel, The Duke's Palace, is beautiful. It used to be a Kempinski, and way back when was the palace of the duke who controlled West Flanders. We won't tell them how we got here, lest they hose us down or throw us out! We had salads for lunch in the restaurant ...
... 35,000 names on it of soldiers whose bodies were never found, and whose names would not fit on the Menin Gate.
As we walked back to the car, I heard the unmistakeable throaty throb as one of the xks drove into the car park. Who could have predicted that the weather would have been as warm and dry as it is? This would have been a great weekend to be in CAT!
Driving on to Bruges, we emerged from the underground car park into the square where Mary ...
... I doubt I’ll ever know.
I began to stare at the clock, desperate to summon any suppressed superhuman timewarp powers of the mind that may be hidden within, and counted the microseconds until boarding would be announced. As the last drop of train station brew was thrown back, James leaned in closer, with the kind of eyes reserved for late night dance floors, when those desperate for a snog aim wildly before the lights are flicked on and you’re ...