Its been a blast being on a continent that has public transport that is so easy to use. The number 66 bus, that stops right outside the Gresham Belson Hotel in Brussels and relies on an honesty system for payment. I tried to pay with coins the first day to be told they didn’t accept…
Having damaged my foot by falling off the curb side the night before I was hoping it would have miraculously resolved itself by the time I awoke the next day. But sadly it was not to be. So ol’ hop-along hopped and limped through a day of, firstly, a walking tour as an introduction to…
France has always charmed me. It possesses a language I love listening to, that just seems to flow with potential and contains so much elegance. (As described very entertainingly by Morgane Croissant) It is one of the few places I have been in Europe where I immediately feel at home. Not in a slouch-on-the-couch-in-pjs kind of…
Back in Brussels, and still freezing cold, so we headed off to the Auto World Museum and a day indoors. And at the door… Inside were several floors of classics on display. An interesting day and some beautifully kept machines, and a good way to keep warm(-ish).
With a Sunday free and no plans in place we decided to head out on the train …to Bruges, for a day exploring this historic capital (and World Heritage site) of West Flanders province. And it seemed that almost everyone else had the same thought, on this particular sunny (but cold) day. But fortunately this quaint…
A short bus ride from the hotel we were staying in took us to the centre of Brussels, where the old city charm worked its magic. A short walk from the bus stop and the main street, is the World Heritage Site of the Grand Place with all its history, and historical buildings. The Museum…
The Manneken Pis …this has to be the strangest of “attractions” in Brussels. A pint sized doll of a boy pissing into a fountain basin. And the weirdest thing about it is that there is a tailor who is commissioned to make outfits for this bronze dwarf. As if that is not enough, there is even…
You know how it is when you are on self imposed restrictions of the food kind. Suddenly that seems to make anything and everything around you look that much more appealing. Well, Brussels, synonymous with frites, chocolate and waffles, made resisting the temptations just so much more difficult when everywhere we looked, and every corner…
From Berlin with its cold wet weather feeding into its grim history it was onward to Munich by train. There to be met by another friend, Christine, who volunteers at frog fences in her spare time. By transporting frogs across the road in buckets the frogs are saved from an untimely death-by-car in their efforts…
Off to Berlin and connecting with Rhian -last seen in Entebbe, Africa, and now in Berlin, Europe!! As she said – “meeting up twice in one year and on two different continents -what are the chances?” In somewhat cold, wet weather, we set off to explore what Berlin had to offer. A “free” walking tour…