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... who now live in England who we have a yearly BBQ with when they come home for Christmas) as Phil has been to the ANZAC service at Le Quesnoy for many years in recognition of the part his Great Uncle played in liberating the town during the First World War . ( hope that's right Phil). We had lunch at the memorial and tried to imagine what went down in 1918, then to the New Zealand garden with the ferns and Kiwi fruit and finally to the grave yard ( more harsh words ...
... return it. We chilled for a bit and enjoyed being out of the weather that could not make up its mind if it wanted to be rainy or not, and chatted with some interesting people in the yard of the hostel, including a professor of international relations from Brazil. Finally, we had recovered enough to eat again! We walked and found a place that had tripadvisor and yelp signs in the window (always a good sign) and we all shared a chicken satay dish, a burger (with a ...
... relatively quickly. The house was tiny and cramped. Visualising almost 3 families living in the hidden rooms was so difficult and confronting. She was such a brilliant writer for her age, her descriptions and insights into things was quite amazing to read. It was fascinating to go through the museum and was a stepping stone to the much larger concept of the nazi leadership of Germany. A real highlight for me was visiting the Van Gogh museum. Emily had heard about ...
We stopped at Belguim for a couple of nights and then we arrived at Amsterdam.
I like the unit, it has a fireplace but it has no TV.
We walked around town to some markets.
They went on for like 100 meters. We walked around town till dark. We bought some stuff.
We had to catch a ferry across the water to get home.
One day we went to some windmills.
We went into 2, ...
... run across the city to Liverpool Street Station. A certain highlight of this trip, and indeed most certainly Frank's lifetime, was going past Tower 42. Yeah yeah. Once in the station, they noted that their train was on the departures board, but was yet to be given a platform number. After all that, they were early! With 15 minutes before departure, the platform still hadn't been allotted, and they were beginning to get a bit anxious. These nerves continued to grow through the ...