One magical moment

One magical moment

Monday, November 15, 2010

Night out and the capital

In Brugge, we stayed at a relatively alright hostel. First night was ok, meal was overpriced and lame, beer was cheap. Got some sleep, made it in time for breakfast but it sucked. We were at the hostel after midnight and wanted to go out and be social. We looked up a local bar in our travel guide and headed out. We had a few cocktails, met a local bartender then returned home around 2AM.

The "Irish boys" as we have begun to call them arrived at the hostel at 2AM and really wanted to party. Without getting into details it was a long, noisy and frustrating night. We complained and they upgraded us for free to a private single room.

The Irish boys would have been awesome guys to party with on a regular night but not when you are trying to sleep.

The last nght in Brugge we made a point to return home early, buy some beer, have a nap, wake up and party on the town. So we did. We got as dressed up as we could as two backpackers could. Next door was a large party, club style with a DJ. It was the epidemy of Euro-trash; extremely young, Justin Bieber look-a-likes each with their own sideways cap, hooded sweater over the hat and earphones. The girls apparently love it. Along with a few goons sleeping in the corner of the very loud club, the youngsters were getting groovy with each other, I swear I saw two of them stroking each others umbilical cords.

We took a choo-choo to Brussels and it was very relaxing. Trains rock. I was hoping that the ticket wouldnt get punched and we could use it again on a later date. I could easily change and 11 into a 14 or 17. But the guy came and foiled my whole plan. Were living with a couchsurfer, moving on to my relatives place later in the week and then on to Berlin. We reserved a ticket. Without our pass the journey would have cost us $456 Euro's. Again, first class all the way.

We booked a hotel in Paris for three nights over Christmas. Felt god to get that done. Now we just have to worry about where to spend New Years. Also, we have begun looking at Workaway, which is a program that allows you to live and eat in exchange for a few hours work each day. Could be cool. Who Knows.

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