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... I would certainly not have been able to explain myself as easily or, heaven forbid, in Ghana, where none of those tests would have been easy, and where I would have flatly refused exploratory surgery. If it had happened there, I would certainly have headed home to Australia immediately.<br><br>So now to wait and see, for my passport, as well as my health. For those Belgians who are reading this, this is the reason I have not contacted you yet, and since I will be really taking it easy ...

... quite close to my head but I got used to it. I even got to ride Maud's horse and after a few laps of bouncing around like a fool I kind of got the hang of it! We heard Hugo and Maud practice in the local band one evening and on Tuesday we got to see Twan's school. It was nice to be in such a lovely town and out of the big cities. Bike riding through the woods and around Boukoul was a great change from walking! Going down into the mine in Valkenburg was very ...

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

... boy on the bus and asked him if the bus was going where I needed to go. He said that he was also going where I was going (Ponttor) and that he could show me which bus to get on. It was funny, cause when I asked him that he answered and I immediately knew that German was not his native tongue. I guess perhaps my ear for German has become more refined after all.. Well we were going to have to wait 11 minutes for the next bus, and it is only ...

... and got a few things checked off of the list: Met with the rental guy and looked at the apartment and took some pictures of the apartment, then went to the bank and finished my damage deposit account and set it up so my rent will automatically be paid on the last day of every month.<br><br>I decided that I won't be able to go to Oktoberfest, at least not in Munich this year, anyway. I will try to go to another festival somewhere ...

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 ...

... Germany and Belgium meet. I checked on my map, and found it was barely 1km away. It´d be rude not to, I thought to myself. What I didn´t realise was that while it was only one kilometer away, that kilometer winds around Holland´s one and only hill, and the Dreilandespunkt is also Hollands highest point (a whopping 327m above sea level. Of course I stopped periodically to aclimatise). The detour having taken longer than expected, I arrived in Aachen after the ...

... well our day and will finally stay one day longer in Maastricht but it has been quiet so far. Now we will go in town and I will try to solve the fact that my bank card isnt working in the Netherlands so I can't withdraw :S Another quiet day in Maastricht, thing goes quite fine beside that I'm bumping and hurting myself into anything that stand on my way... I'll be buised. The morning was cloudy but it got sunny in the afternoon - which is the moment when we went outside for ...

... amazement we saw that the sign on the black iron fence above the enclosure confirmed it was indeed a &#8216;Tasmaanse Buidelwolf&#8217;.<br> <br>Perhaps in a bid to prevent the Dutch caging us up like our presumed-extinct local friend, we decided to flee from the Netherlands entirely, though just for the rest of the day. After hiring bicycles we had barely pedalled our way out of the western edge of the town before ...