BEST WESTERN Ambassador Hotel Menen
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- Continental Breakfast
- Room service
- Free High-Speed Internet
- Wheelchair accessibility
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... to get to the hotel. Apparently I viewed a whole section of the city that was not planned...I guess good exercise to help recover from my frustration. I then was able to find a laundromat as all my clothes, especially the biking clothes were in a need of a washing. I first went with one bag to figure out the process, it was about a 6 block walk and I was surprised by the "characters" on the street - young and loud. On the second trip, right outside the laundromat there were a ...
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My trip began as I arrived at the train station in Wevik. I had emailed Dad from Qatar but was not sure whether he had got my email to meet me at the station. As the people cleared away from the station and made their way home, I realized Dad must not have got my email. ...
... and walked the town, toured the brewery- Brauhaus de Halve Maan, saw Madonna with Child and took in a couple of centuries of Flemish painters. Could appreciate their colourful lifelike works until the early 20th century when it all became squares and lines and buggy eyes, then it lost us. We decided to take a train to Rotterdam to see where friends Piek and Peter live, so off we ...
... with breakfast.
I'm not sure if I'm right in saying that in some countries it would be illegal to sell items bearing Nazi swastikas (and I'm not sure whether I think it should be), but they were available in Bruges at the open-air market. Anyway, let's talk about frites with mayonnaise. Belgium was the first ...
... 8 year old cheese, so DAMN GOOD!), David and I went in search of our noonday lunch. We trekked to the outskirts of town a bit to a hill overlooking the canals and with a windmill atop the green grassy peak (we are in Flanders country after all!). And there on that embankment over a picnic of wine, cheese, strawberries, olives and shrimp chips in Brugge, David and I talked about love, life and relationships. It was a perfect ending to a lovely time in ...