Linge Hotel Elst
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- Continental Breakfast
- Free High-Speed Internet
- Wheelchair accessibility
- Free parking
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Travel Blogs from Elst
... When my parents or brother where ready to go home after a tree week holiday I always wanted to stay. Later on when I traveled by myself I did miss my friends and family at times, however I never knew what it was to feel really homesick. Feelings of sadness nervousness and anxiety where opposites of the joy and freedom I felt during traveling . I always thought feeling homesick was for weak people and really easy to snap out of as long ...
For some reason Mona decided that she wanted to walk with me. I have to say I was flattered, and slightly apprehensive that I wouldn't walk fast enough, and she would get frustrated with me. If she did, she didn't let on. We chatted about family stuff, and work stuff and generally pointed out interesting things to each other as we passed them, like the drone flying over head, filming us. It was nice to walk with someone else, and Mona ...
... of the 'hills', a troop of US soldiers came along side. One African American soldier was whooping and drumming up cheering from everyone he passed. His energy was infectious, but a little overwhelming. Falling in step with one of his company a few men further back, I asked if he was always that enthusiastic. The young man replied that he'd been yelling and hollering at everyone for three days straight! I was exhausted just looking at him! Eventually, I got ...
I couldn't sleep. The alarm went off randomly at midnight, waking both me and my room-mate Reina. This was the third year we had shared the little attic room, and we had a good system worked out so we didn't tread on each other's toes. I tossed and turned, made a foray to the kitchen for a midnight snack and finally gave up at 3.30am when I started to get ready to go.
The students outside were still randomly yodelling ...
I had a late ticket, which meant getting up at 5.15am (4.15am if you are working on English time). This was a bit of a shock to the system and interrupted a dream where I'd been delivering obscure lost property to isolated farmhouses, situated down rutted farm tracks. I think my last delivery was to Mrs Savage, the deputy head of St Wulstans Primary School. I brought her a ragged facecloth she'd lost. Then, as my alarm ...