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... from the fire brigade playing the last post to remember the commonwealth soldiers that passed through the gate on their way to the Western Front with thousands never to return. The people of Belgium hold Australians in very high regard and everywhere you go they make you feel welcome.
Tonight we stayed in Lille, France and we are off to explore the WW1 memorials in the morning.
... WiFi, Double Bed, Private ensuite washroom - sink, toilet and shower (body wash/shampoo). Tea/Coffee making area with selection of Twinings teas and instant coffee/sugar/cream. Room has 2 night stands, reading lights, desk, limited storage. Window opens to roof tops and back gardens. Very quiet location. Room is located 2 flights up, steep stairs, so this may be ...
... 0.296875); -webkit-composition-fill-color: rgba(175, 192, 227, 0.230469); -webkit-composition-frame-color: rgba(77, 128, 180, 0.230469); -webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; ">This time I used a little more discretion and managed to not remove any more of the style-striping that suffered so badly last time...These car-washes use a high-pressure Gerni-type thing and you'd have to be pretty slick to get it all done one one coin....okay, it took me 4 coins....but the van now looks as slick as ...
... for the Beizers 71 years ago. While there is no way to truly understand what it must have felt like for the Beizers to be fleeing their homes among thousands of other refugees with the threat of Stuka bombers always looming, the quintessential European landscape and old buildings conjured up images of what this journey must have been like. We crossed plenty of railroad tracks as well, and it's hard not to imagine what some of those must have been used for as well. ...
... 3 weeks. So I
went with them back to mainland Europe again. We drove the van on a
train which goes under the channel.
Some short rides
followed and thenI got the only weird ride in all of my trip.
Hitching in France, 60 km
from Brugge. One guy stops I ask him – where are you going. He says
5 km, of course its no good for me, so he leaves. After an hour and
a half he comes back. I ask ...