Martin's Grand Hotel Waterloo
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... almost an hour behind. Then the bus drops you off outside the complex so you walk another 1/2 mile to the museum. The museum is very nice and the audio guide had very detailed information. It starts with how the concepts of French philosophy of Enlighten swept across France triggering the revolution. Those same concepts influenced the American founders when creating the constitution. The old monarchies across Europe saw it as ...
... was apparently why as they checked everyone's wheeled luggage for size and weight, but not the "un-wheeled". Sigh. I hastily pulled out a couple things and crossed my fingers that it would all arrive in Brussels within this century.
Anyway, bickering happily on our way through security, we boarded Swiss Air - I guess they just call themselves "Swiss" now - for our flight.
We spent the layover in Basel, ...
Saturday morning after a night in the Novotel Hamersmith we joined 44 others on a coach to Dover.
Several hours later we were on a modern car and person vessel making the Dover crossing. It was perfect Summer weather and the impressive white cliffs - a modern comfortable journey.
On french soil, we met up with our Dutch Tour Director Joost (rhymes with ...
... we attended a house party of Kris’s friends. These people were friendly, and gee did they know how to throw a house party. After they finished eating, they moved the furniture aside, creating a dance space, then brought out the DJ station, smoke machines, and of course plenty of drinks. Soon we realised that not only do the Belgians do good beer and chocolate, but they also knew how to party.
More sightseeing was to be done the following day. We ...
... travel agents looking for a cheaper solution. Easyjet was out of bounds, again on price grounds, trains got no cheaper even if we waited for a day or so in Brussels and so it was that I wandered into to dimly lit, confines of the Eurolines bus office, the smell of which conjuered up dread rather than optimism. How wrong I was as the angel of transport (a female St Jude?) confirmed that there was the, to me, perfect solution of a train leaving Brussels at ...