Ramada Limited Brugge
18 Augustijnenrei Brugge, West Flanders, 8000, Belgium
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Final Morning and Final Thoughts
... for the Eurostar, future visitors! The train is packed, so we spend the hour journey sitting on our suitcases by the doorway, and we disembark with our fellow Brit passengers at the correct station (much to our relief).Time for a final hot chocolate – alas, not a beer – at Brussels and it’s finally time to board the Eurostar back to London…
Probably ...
Day 3 – Anniversary walks, carriage rides an
... was fresh, hot, and most importantly, delicious.We emerge from the restaurant after a nice leisurely dinner, slightly stuffed. Actually, scrap that. Both of us were full to bursting and we uttered those immortal words which have never passed our lips before… “I couldn’t eat or drink another thing….” In fact, with Mrs Fletche keen to lie down flat and let those mussels settle, the most sensible option was a final wobble back to the ...
Day 2 – the best laid plans….
... Ken managed to plummet to his death… surely he would have had to launch himself away from the bell tower… The film is flawed! This is why it needs another viewing!)
Coming down was possibly worse than going up; the concentration required not to plummet down those 366 winding steps is immense! Although luckily, by going up so late in the day, no-one else was coming up as we were coming down… a handy little tip for future ...
Bruge, everybody should experience Bruge
Well as I said before Belgium is a big no no and we never intended to visit the country again. However we were persuaded to visit Bruge and how right Graham and Stuart were. caught an early bus into the city an 20 minute ride from here. As soon as we got of the bus we were pleasantly surprised as before us was the biggest markets we have ever seen.We walked around the markets for a bit, saw lots of tops I wanted to buy but decided against it and am now sitting here regretting ...
A Day in Bruges
... we were given some assistance in terms of what to do by an elderly lady who spoke some French. We followed this with a light and late lunch of a smoked chicken panini and a sugar waffle (which Marion thought was delicious).
As we walked on we noticed crowds, people providing crowd control on the roads, and eventually a brass band waiting in the Markt square. We wandered over to see what the excitement was about and soon realised that there was ...



