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... in Bruges and the cranes at the seaport of Zeebrugge on the coast in the distance. Back to the room for a quiet beer and a bit of re-packing in preparation for tomorrow's journey to Amsterdam by train before we go out for dinner. Set off by bicycle to have dinner across the town at a terrace bar near a canal and after dinner we rode another section of the ring track to see if the barge had left, it had so we went back through town to return the bikes and walk back to our ...
Ostend, Belguim was a quick 2 night stopover on our way to Amsterdam.
It had a huge beach and a large esplanade with some cool orange art features.
It was empty of people and would be one of those places that come alive in summer.
We did a day trip to the nearby gorgeous city of Bruges.
This is a cool city centred around a couple of big plazas, lots of canals and pretty photo
... a half yard.
After lunch we did a little more sightseeing and sent some postcards (which Shaylee
didn't leave room for the stamps on) before heading back to find out if our
bags were still there and fingers crossed we weren't on the ground. Thankfully
we had 4 person room sharing with a couple of young Germans and filled with the
obligatory squeakiest creakiest bunk bed in the world. I wonder if hostels buy
them in bulk from ...
... were off. We'd seen pretty much everything already on foot, but it was very pretty on the water. There was a British couple next to us, and, according to Laura, the dude kept wiping his nose on his hand and then gently caressing her knee with it. She was too stupid to notice. Man, she sounded sooo stupid. Like, Coronation Street stupid. Anyway, at one point we passed under a window with a gorgeous old yellow retriever sitting on a pillow. His name is Fidel and ...
... Anyway.. she eventually came back giggling... Kristy got serious with her and all she managed to tell us was that she had just ******. Well helpful as that was, me and Kristy were no closer to finding out how long the George Michael escapades were going to take. The bartender then came over to confirm that they were in the toilets and that he had heard screaming... he dragged me in there and I yelled through the toilet stall door that we were ...