Bastion Hotel Heerlen

... hotdog, which is eaten with both raw and fried (Asian-style dried) onions, remoulade, ketchup and pickles. It was fantastic and I'm really beginning to think I could have made this into a purely food-related blog... We arrived in Odense fairly late and walked, again through the rain, to meet Emil at the birth-house of Hans Christian Andersen. Emil and I rushed around this pretty awesome little museum. We were there for nearly an hour, but could easily have spent 2 leqrning about his ...

... we were picked up by Peter, Ingeborg and Maud.When we arrived at their home in Boukoul, Hugo and Twan were playing the ps3 so before longI had joined them and we had already settled in. Ingeborg's brother Renee also popped byto say hi.<br>Dinner was a homemade lasagne, and although there was plenty I think we polished it all off. After dinner we went across the street to meet Sef and Trees (Grandma's sister) for the first time, after receiving many birthday ...

During our stay in Spa we had the most scary, horrible, unpleasant experience ever in a restaurant.<br><br>The restaurant to avoid is "Le Bouchon Gourmand", the owner does not hesitate to insult customers, lock them into the restaurant if there is a dispute on the bill, and claim more money than is due. <br><br>See more on www.bouchon-gourmand.blogspot.com

... and it was despensing mineral water! haha something I have never seen before.<br><br>So the lady said that I should have electricity by tomorrow. I am going to pay 25 euros a month, flat rate. At the end of my usage they will calculate how much I actually used and ask me for more money or give me some back, depending on if I payed too much or too little each month. I am going to try to use my 'lectric sparingly so I can get money back at the ...

... They told us we were at the highest point in Belgium, which was somewhere in the Nature Park.<br><br>We decided to call it a day for the roadbook, and make a detour to just get into Luxembourg for fuel, and to make sure we 'did' all the countries.<br><br>Looking back that detour cost us some time, but did mean we visited Luxembourg, even if it was too dark to see it.<br>

... on.<br><br>We stopped at one point, because the roadbook wasn't very clear, at which point Gaz and Charlotte came up behind us. They had been left behind by the V8s, as they were in a Series vehicle, so we said we'd stick with them.<br>At this point, Kieran noticed a strange noise from our engine, which was duly investigated by James. It was diagnosed as the fan belt tensioning pulley. But we didn't do anything about it at the time.<br>

... steak place that I am not so sure about, but it ends up having the best steak I have ever eaten outside Alberta. Apparently imported from Argentina. It's funny. The guideboods say that the waiters don't really expect much tipping, if any, but I have been tipping on the trip, and in most cases the waiter will take it. I remember the first one in Gouda seemed mildly surprised and pleased to be tipped. I try to ...

... en un Bus, pero no nos daban los horarios, y nos fuimos a comer unas pizzas a un Restaurant Italiano en una de las plazas. La verdad que hasta ahora de todas las pizzas que probe la argentina es la mejor por lejos. Nos cagamos de la risa con el papa y la prima del papa de Mauro. Despues caminamos un rato mas y nos volvimos para Aachen, porque con Mauro saliamos a pasar la noche en Köln. Despues de que Mauro se despidio de su papa (Mauro se iba para Londres y el papa se volvia) nos subimos ...

... amazement we saw that the sign on the black iron fence above the enclosure confirmed it was indeed a &#8216;Tasmaanse Buidelwolf&#8217;.<br> <br>Perhaps in a bid to prevent the Dutch caging us up like our presumed-extinct local friend, we decided to flee from the Netherlands entirely, though just for the rest of the day. After hiring bicycles we had barely pedalled our way out of the western edge of the town before ...

... je moest het maar iets nodig hebben en het thuis hebben laten liggen. <br><br>Maar zo, ik vertrek! Ik ga genieten van mijn jaar in het buitenland, aan het strand, tussen de palmbomen, de blauwe zee. Zoals ik het opnoem lijkt het wel een droomvakantie. Maar vergeet niet: de nieuwe taal, nieuwe mensen, nieuwe gewoonten, nieuwe omgeving, ... Hier lijkt het een avontuur dat ik absoluut niet wil vergeten. <br><br>Later meer.<br><br>Groetjes Stefanie