BEST WESTERN Les 3 Cles
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... the Atomium, we had a small lunch on a park bench before heading to Mini-Europe. While we were eating, it rained for approximately 5 minutes.
Outside Mini-Europe there was a playground at which we spent some time. It wasn't big, but Bryn had a wonderful break there. It was only with the promise that we'd play at it again when we left Mini-Europe that I was able to pry her away.
... Palace which is MASSIVE, and finally to Louise. At Louise, we had another traveler join our group, an old old high school friend David Healey. I really never thought I would meet up with him again after all these years, but lo and behold.
The three of us head out to have a traditional Belgian meal at Le Petit Chou in Place St. Catherine. It was a delicious meal with good conversation and catching up with old friends. Afterwards, for the sake of ...
... at the Atomium. The Japanese Tower seemed to be closed unfortunately, so the Royal Greenhouse seemed to be a good alternative.
When I told my colleagues how beautiful they were, they told me it's only open one or 2 months a year! and only on specific days! Guess we were lucky :) it was coincedence we passed there :)
It took about 2 hours to do the whole tour, and all of that for 2.5€/pp it was definately worth the money!
First things first: I slept horrible. Because of all the excitement raging through my body and brains, I just couldn't sleep. Well, not for long at least. So I slept about two to three hours before we took off. Luckily I manage well when I barely sleep; I was still able to get on my bike.
Saying goodbye must be the hardest part of this trip, the hardest thing to do in life, especially when Joyce, my aunt, started crying and my mom started to ...
... over the ocean between each side of the mainland. We stopped mid way to admire this engineering marvel and continued to be amazed as we drove below sea level and drove under a boat crossing… yes that's right a passage just wide and deep enough for boats to pass between the waters separated by the dykes. So after 30 odd minutes of driving and many… many politically incorrect jokes and puns, we made it across and marvelled at our dyke experience.