Aug 23, 1996
We had one more night, in Belgium, then we jumped on a ferry and made our way back to England. We had been on the road for four months 2 days. It was quite sad, especially when we checked our bank account and realised we could have stayed another month. As I have said before. SUCH IS LIFE
We entered in down the South somewhere and headed over to Dinant. Here was a citadel on top of a hill. There was meant to be a chair lift, but it looked like it was long forgotten. So, we climbed the hill, did the tour in a mixture of French and English. Not bad, tour guide was dressed in a mix of army gear and something else dodgy. Arriving in Brussels, we rang Jono and he said to meet him in the Flying Geese. It's a pub in Brussels. Easy to say, hard to find. Problem is, that Brussels have tunnels taking the traffic out of the city. Needless to say, where we were meant to go left and miss the tunnel, we ended up in the tunnel and on the way back to Germany. We did manage to break out of the tunnel, and we went and found the pub. After a few pints we crashed at Jono's. He went to work, and we did the sightseeing thing. Normally, Brussels can be seen in a day. It took us five as every night we were on the beers with him and another Aussie by the name of Derek. Amongst the most memorable sights to be seen are the Atomium and the Tin Tin museum. We did see Manaquin pis undressed, which is unusual. After five days, however, we had to escape as the beers were killing us. This is the problem when drinking with a Kiwi like Jono !!!!! We headed for Ghent, as it sounded nice and there was a castle to walk around in. This was pretty cool, but we only had a parking permit for a couple of hors and we managed to get a parking ticket !!!!! We drove onto Brugges. We are really not big fans of this place, but this was the Euro trip, so we went and stopped there. Luckily we did, as there is a brewery there that offers tours !!!!! How unusual. After the Heineken tour, well how bad it was, we found this one refreshing. The beer at the end was even better, especially when the tour guide started bagging out the POMs on the tour. We bought some chocolates again and then went to the tourist office and asked about the parking ticket. They said that as we had picked it up in Ghent and we were now in Brugges, we should throw it away as we were now in the wrong area. Sounds good, so we did. One last place we did visit was Ypres. Here was a place that was completely demolished, and then they rebuilt it after WW1. We bought a map for a tour of the battlefields and graves. It's quite scarey looking at names and ages of men who are long forgotten that are the same age as you. Then reading the books, which showed their addresses, and seeing people who would have lived around the corner from you. It makes you think how lucky you are, especially when you hear that cows are still blown up as they stumble across unexploded ordinance. The tour ended back in town at the Menin Gate. We had to leave before 8pm. Pity, as they close the rode every night and play the last post.