Fletcher Hotel Keyserlei
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... a few monents in time when we were lit up like light bulbs when we went through security and after much discussion between ourselves we are going to lodge and official complaint with the Tasmainian Devils stuffed or other wise committee about the non issuance of protective suits. The trip was confortable even though it was a bit ...
... visited. Over the past 50 or so years, many of the lowlands have been drained, and towns have sprung up as part of planned developments. As a result, a majority of the homes look "new". We visited a dairy farm and a memorial to Canadian soldiers killed during World War II. Quite a bit of our ride took us through planted forest areas called Wouwse Plantage. We were scheduled to ride for 19 miles, but Carolyn and I wanted to add two more miles onto the ride, so we ...
... it as a runner anyway!
After the thrill of our runner had worn off we headed to an apartment complex a bit like a dormitory where there was a 21st birthday party happening. We hung out there for a while and I was introduced as the Australian, to which there was laughing, cheering and yelling then that’s about all I understood.
We hung out there until I realized that I was very close to missing my train back to Antwerp. Luckily Birgitte was also ...
... him to consider me.
The only other highlight was enjoying another pint of their local beer under the sun. This was truly a day I was hoping to have - one of seeing a new place, eating good food, enjoying a few drinks, people watching, getting lost without getting lost, and counting my blessings of how lucky I am to be doing this.
I ended up catching the 6pm train back to Brussels. After ...
... cheap (1.95€) kebab at the Brussels train station, great free entertainment watching the bums and alcoholics in the station yelling and singing, and a bus to Düsseldorf, I stepped off to see a strange man in a peacoat there to greet me or try to sell me something. "Wilkommen, tío!" he said with hand outstretched in a comically rigid manner, as if to mock those who actually take life seriously (not that I know any such people). It was Tony.
It was Christmas ...