Huyze Die Maene
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... the day and watch the people walk by.
As the sun started to set, we found our way to the Market centre and got on a horse drawn cart. Our driver was funny in his accent (think Mr Bean speaking English with a Dutch accent) and explanations as he took us on a 30 minute tour around town. It was quite a charming and romantic experience - not as tacky as it may sound! Although the ...
... I first ate at my first evening in the northern hemisphere. tomorrow, the long trek home! I had the most amazing time and will never forget my journey. Back to work, and to hug my doggy tight :3 thanks to my parents for looking after him ^.^ And finally thanks to everyone who shared the journey too, I should be online over the weekend to catch up and share my stories! Pup out ...
... bells were made, an overlook of the box that plays the music, etc There was a great view of the city once we finally arrived near the top! As we climbed I kept thinking--I can do this as I have climbed higher in Peru!!!! and with less oxygen! :)
When we got down we stopped in a couple of shops along the way then decided that one cannot leave Belgium without having a waffle. So we headed into the Sweet Bruges Tearoom--the pictures and the aroma drew us to this place. Becky and ...
... thought I realised were not me, or even Lisa, but the Hotel's plumbing system bubbling into action.
Looking out of our window onto the Groote Maarkt below, we could see people on bicycles criss crossing the square below, gently pedalling their way to work.
Stuffing more Euros into the parking meter, we set off for a walk round the central area, some of the streets we had driven down last night. The really interesting part is really ...
... like a tin can by the boot of an SS soldier, I was filled with sincerity and sorrow for him. I’m almost certain his plans for a romantic four day jaunt to a city literally dripping in love and lust hadn’t incorporated a morning of heavy boozing whilst stumbling from stranger to stranger, spilling all and sundry before them.
We spoke for some time; my heartfelt words of reassurance occasionally perforated by his random outbursts of anguish ...