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... for the morning, Dirk who proudly showed us his beautiful city. Bruges, he explained, was the capital of West Flanders in northwest Belgium, and is distinguished by its canals, cobbled streets and medieval buildings. Its port, Zeebrugge, is an important center for fishing and European trade. The city-center Markt features horse-drawn carriage rides and 17th-century houses converted into restaurants and cafes, as well as the 13th-century belfry with its 47-bell carillon ...
... while we are on holiday) that we are no longer burning the calories on the bike, however this will be a hard call with all the chocolate shops, Belgian waffles and over 500 different beers available. Ivor is trying hard to taste a good few of them – not easy, as the alcohol content often goes up into the double-figures.
We have thoroughly enjoyed getting ourselves lost in Bruges. We certainly would not want to be here in the July/August tourist ...
... and pain for them had skated head first into each other. It was caught on video and still continues to be replayed on facebook.
The following day was rough and we wandered around, went for a canal cruise, poked our noses into chocolate shops displaying an array of Easter eggs and suffered a little.
To sum up the weekend: beers, sausages, fries, chocolate, xmas jumpers and ice skating mayhem. ...
... a drunk Belgian put an end to that. approaching our stop, he tried to push past in the aisle going the other way. I'm not sure how he fell down (I may have had a part of it but can honestly not recall) but telling him to relax as he struggled resulted in what I'm pretty sure was an unflattering description of myself in Dutch. no matter, my ...
... a jungle puma), I had only moments to dive out the way of a crazed Belgian, bearing down on me, mounted on the most evil looking Vespa I've ever seen! I'm sure if he'd had access to a weapon of any sort he'd have been swinging it and laughing maniacally...fortunately he didn't, and as I danced lithely to the left, Claude (anyone who rides a Vespa is called Claude), raised his fist and shook it at me as threateningly as he could. As luck would have it I was ...