The Phileas Fogg
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... really informative, but there was a lot of history. During the tour the guide kept talking about Belgium waffles (not tourist waffle) and Belgium fries (not French). During the break in the tour we set off to find some fries, we then met up with three Aussies Gareth, Ruth and Steven. They were also on the hunt for fries. It took us more than the allocated break time to find so we decided to ditch the tour and hangout and discover Brussels together.
... by the constraints of one day, needing to be back at Gare du Midi by 4pm.
After the museum, I retraced my steps back to the Grand Place. I was aware that day was the coldest since arriving in Europe, but it didn’t trouble me. I found it quite exhilarating.
I took longer this time to linger and appreciate the ancient architecture around the square, then chose a place for lunch - a stunningly good Belgian ...
... them the car disgorges several women from the back seat, as one moves to the front and we all begin to breathe again. Belgian drivers are terrible, and follow a ridiculous "priorite a droit" rule, which is often practiced even though it's sure to cause an accident (insurance will reward the one who caused the accident if he had priority). We pull an interesting U-turn ("No, don't worry, it's Belgium!" says our driver) and are soon on our way, ...
... five minutes….think of this with either the Benny Hill or Child’s Christmas in Wales music playing. We were stuffed, and content, and our stomachs hurt from so much laughter. The owner approached again. “You working here in Brussels? If you need anything at all, let me know. Any time, you come by and we help you. If you need to know an address or find a doctor, we help. You want some aperitifs? It’s on me.” Well, of course we ...
... up in English that lists the
buses for the weekend. Easily finding my bus I can see the lit up sign that
also shows that the bus will arrive in eight minutes. Feeling a little lost at how simple and
effortless it all is I lean against a wall to wait. A couple that were clearly
tourists (taking photos of the bus timetables and signs) came over and asked me
in broken English if I knew what time the buses came. Acting like it was the
easiest thing in the world I led ...