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... passing them around) there is no shortage of laughs. We have to keep hydrated as we laugh so hard we have tears streaming down our faces most of the time. The normal rhythm of the bus is to get on and sit in very similar if not the same seat each time. It doesn't take long for someone to say something which sets us off. Generally the tour guide, Monica, gets in on the act and the laughing continues all day. We have been traveling for over a week now so there are some situational ...
... On the walk home we bought food to bring back for dinner (trying to save money) and I passed a cupcake shop that I had seen earlier and decided I had to buy one. It was hazelnut and chocolate and SO GOOD. Plus it was a reward for my traumatizing experience earlier. There was still confetti falling off my clothes later that night.
We went out and decided to face the super packed clubs and had a great time dancing. ...
... are on a river, there is a flow which can cause havoc if you are not careful) and all went smoothly.
We tried to get our licence in the 2 locks today but they must have been operated from a central control as there was no-one there. Hopefully tomorrow, before we get stopped! We saw a new gas (we assume) carrying barge today, looking very new. Not much heavy traffic today with it being a bank holiday.
We got as far as ...
... washed our bedding and towels in 2 loads. We are really pleased with the results. (women will understand!)
We then relaxed before bed and thank goodness we had electric as we needed our electric fan. It seems summer has arrived – for how long, who knows!
It was only after we made our hasty departure from Menen, we realised that we forgot to get our licence! We felt it was a waste of a day, but never ...
... interest to non-Bruges visitors, but the only travel problems we encountered was when we finally arrived back in Birmingham via London – at 5pm. Rush hour. And Rihanna has hit town. And there’s an accident on one of the major arteries in and out of the city centre.
We gratefully sink into a taxi… and we wait, and we wait. The meter is ever-increasing ...