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... as a snack, which bring back memories, lovely. The rain stopped so we carried on our quest to find a new drinking water carrier with a tap as we do not drink the water from the tank on board and it saves us buying lots of bottled water. Our old one’s tap wore out and fell apart. Again we had another downpour and this time we had a German beer called Brand which is also lovely. The weather was living up to its forecast. Isi posted ...
But since it falls unto my lot
That I should rise and you should not
I'll gently rise and I'll softly call
Good night and joy be with you all
The Parting Glass
I'll definitely try to catch up with writing about my trip to Amsterdam as soon as possible, as well as my time spent in Bruxelles over my last free weekend, but I thought that this would be easiest to write in a hurry as it’s still fresh in my mind.
... him just as he found him, which turned out to be *******! After having a laugh and getting a few photos, we wandered on, and just kept wandering for a while. It was nice just to walk with nowhere to be. We passed a group of older men busking, with accordions, clarinets, saxophone, double bass and a type of harp or something played with mallets. They were very upbeat and very good! We watched them for a while, them began to make our way back to ...
We arrived at the Plaza hotel, near Westminster Bridge, where we gathered for the Globus 19 day Grand European bus tour. A quick glimpse around and we sight the other travellers on our tour. We are probably the youngest couple but im sure we will mix and mingle with the others just fine. Our tour director Ben is a lovely man from Belgium and our bus driver Ambrogio is from Italy. We jumped on the bus, which took us to the ...
... fountain that Anna had quite the emotional experience over a street waffle. 1 Euro for some sugary goodness, and she went back demanding more. Almost literally.
After our waffles, we took one final look at a main square, which was so ornate I could not believe it, and then flew down to the North railroad station to make our way to where my heart still is- Paris, France. See part 4 for more.
See you next time!