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... br>So, that's been the last couple of weeks. I now have to wait and see how I recover, and also whether or not the insurance company feels that it is too much of a risk for me to continue on to China before heading back to Australia. I can go to the UK, since apparently there is a reciprocal pûblic health agreement there with Australia, so they wouldn't really be at risk there anyway. I have the stitches out next week, and I will no longer go to Ireland, since I have missed a week of ...

... alley where Hugo won handily.<br>The next day the kids had to go back to school, so we decided to head into Maastricht and have a look around. I'll let Whitney tell you about Maastricht and get to the important stuff -dinner! Trees cooked us Bami for dinner, which is a delicious noodle meal that went prettyquickly.<br>The following day is was time to say goodbye, so we bid farewell to the kidlets before school and got dropped off at the station with our bellies ...

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

... me three different mattresses, and none of them were foam. One was 85 and the other two were 99. The difference between the two was definitely noticable. Then the dude said that if I got the 99 one he would throw in a set of sheets for free (and they cost 10 euro). So, I took the deal. There was a 50 euro mattress, but it was very thin and for children. It would not have been comfortable for ten months. So, I got a mattress, sheets ...

One of the teachers that I assist couldn't be here at all this week, and he asked me if I felt comfortable taking over his class for the week. I said I would, and this weekend he emailed me some information about what to do and discuss in class. <br><br>Our topic today was "If you had the power to change the world, what would you change?" The students are to write their own first chapter of a book entitled "Ecotopia." Today we ...

After popping into and out of Germany, we were now back in Belgium. It was beginning to get a bit dark, and we still had at least 200 miles left to drive.<br><br>Gaz's motor was struggling, and threatening to overheat, so we stopped to let it cool down.<br><br>With the vehicles all decorated with stickers, we attracted a bit of attention, and a Belgian couple took our ...

Once in Elsloo, we stopped to find postcards (having completely missed the observations again), only to find that the only card shop was closed that afternoon.<br><br>Up the road a bit, and Kieran was dropping a card into the door of a Landy enthusiast they had met on the recce. The guy turned up at that moment, and so we were invited in for a refreshing cold drink. The Landyprikkers overtook us at that point, and went on their way. We then ...

I wasted a few hours in the morning servicing the bike, before heading off for Germany. This was to be another short ride, as I was ahead of shedule and still fatigued. Of all the possible effects cycling could have on my body, the last thing I expected to be seriously injured was my hands. Ever since the morning in Zutendal, I have not had complete control over my fingers. Hold out your hand, palms down, with fingers spread. Move your fingers together, keeping an ...

... dump our bag at his place, which is a nice typical student building with a really transformed garden -- a bar, a causy place, chickens and rabbit! We went out in town to visit some more, then to a fritkot for some more local junk food and some local speciality. I ate for the first time ever french fries with peanut butter... weird but well (frieten sate) and some krokket. After that for digestion we climbed up the St-Pietersberg, which is the highest point of the whole ...

(Originally published at http://www.troysgonewalkabout.com)<br>< br>The slight morning drizzle did not hamper us from exploring the centre of Maastricht, and it felt nice to be amongst the local goings-on in the busy market square. But, although we were enjoying being in the midst of life on the other side of the world from where we were born and raised, Amber and I soon got a surprise reminder of home. In a park on ...