Archives for posts with tag: Belgium


Just casually buying a plum and a flat white and not freaking out about doing things on my own in a country that doesn’t speak my language.

Bruges. Beautiful, beautiful Bruges. Getting off the train as the rain left and the sun shone and wandering through the ridiculously picturesque streets.

Lunch in the sun followed by a waffle (to sober me up after the strong beer).

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Perfect trees.

The most perfect chocolate mousse.

Remembering to slow walk. And look up at the beautiful houses. And the penis graffiti.


I’m in Brussels! Solo holiday. And I got seat 61 on the Eurostar. Which comes with free breakfast and aaaaall the leg room.

Brass bands a plenty for the National Day. 

Being a bit drunk, buying chocolate in a shop that was playing French rap. It made me feel so….. European.

Plus speaking French, texts and this gorgeous apartment.

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PS4 puns.
Another Belgo night.
Reggae dancing.

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This sign on the way to work. I don’t know why but it just made me smile.
Poo discussions with Jonny.
Stoemp chat. So much more than mashed potato apparently.