Home of a chocolate Barack
02.06.2011 - 04.06.2011
The journey begins with both myself and Sarah taking the Greyhound down to London. Fear and anxiety were all over our faces and suddenly clearing a clothes rail from the fitting room on a busy saturday doesn't seem too bad. No matter how many extra inches of leg room the coach may boast believe me its the most uncomfortable journey that exists. (I may take that back later) If being squashed isn't bad enough, we had some guy making phonecalls well into the early hours of the morning (thanks mate), which almost caused a mutiny on the bus with all the old grans that were all heading down to London for a bowling gathering.
We arrived in London to be greeted by a homless guys ass on full display, as he laid sprawled out across the entrance of Victoria train station. The plan was to dart across to Islington to pick up our passports and visas at real russia, then back to St Pancras to catch to the Eurostar to Brugge, easy. That was untill Sarah decided to throw up everything she had ever eaten. We rushed off the train to find a toilet, but in the end the streets had to do (sorry London) We finally found a cafe with a toilet for Sarah to clean up and luckily it was facing the real russia office.
Getting back to the station wasnt too difficult as we just followed the trail of sick (who needs breadcrumbs) And off to Brugge, we went. Brugge is a funny place, almost straight a Bram Stoker novel, with the smell of warm waffels and chocolate. When we arrived the town was celebrating having the Blood of Christ. It's believed that during the crusades some templer knights stole a vile containing the blood of Christ, which now lies in the town and for a fee of only two euros, you can touch it. (The vile that is.)
The festival was pretty amazing, with float after float depicting periods throughout Belgium's history. Smells of burning incense and songs of worship filled the air.
Onto chocolate Barack. The following morning we visited a chocolate museum, which boasts a life sized chocolate Barack Obama. It really could be any president, but it is pretty impressive all the same.
Brugge, very pretty with Gothic buildings, canals, windmills and a whole lot of tourists. Next stop Berlin.