Area 136

To arrive in Belgium and discover that I am being stalked by Blog.co's very own roving reporter and his little dog Nipper Snowey.

Well its better than being called "Lilly" eh?

Mocking other cultures and the way they write and name things is childish and stupid

So here we go......

I don't think they enjoy their job somehow.

We were going to go in here.

But I didn't like their intended demographic....

and the rest are self explanatory...

I did see some culture and such honest!

I did not spend the entire time giggling and pointing.

Us chaps don't often do chocolate. And I would have not bothered really, but just sometimes someone buys you something that is just right........

and even.

(there were three of these, one of the ladies had the bottom half of her leg missing. I said "Blimey, Paul McCartneys wedding night in chocolate" and Mrs F slapped me)

Well some of them anyway, as I will be posting some pictures by way of illustrating some of the finer points later.

Anyway.

Brugges is beooootifull. The canals are wonderous and the archetecture puuurdy.

They has a lot of beer over there. Some of it is very strong. Like drinking a pint of wine. Silly streangth BUT very tasty and pleasant, not like the high alcohol content "Tramp Juice" that passes for strong beer in this country.

My baldness has now started to affect the back of my heeeed as well as the front and top. I discoverd this in the toilet on the Eurostar train as its the only place I have been able to see the back of my head in for ages, due to thre being two mirrors facing each other. To stop all this Francis R nonsense the heeed well be shaved shortly after I get to 45.

They have a lot of chocolate. Shipscook and I spent a lot of time trying to drag Mrs F out of the endless choccy shops so we could get to the restaurants and bars. Some of the chocolate is rude. And on display in the window. We are talking ladies parts and male thingamys. I was shocked. But I rallied.

Our hotel was in the old part of town in a pretty little street and the girl in the cafe over the road (which had wood panels and a big fire place and stained glass and was not in anyway shape or form your average cafe) made wonderful omelettes and I fell in love with her because she was gorgeous.

I like black cigarettes that taste faintly of Toffee. I bought a couple of packets for posing value. I bought 1200 Marlboro for coughing and killing myself value.

Being told off by the priest that looks like Adam Hart Davis and guards the little phial of "Christs Blood" makes me and Mrs F giggle. We were not being respectful. Well I blame Mrs F.

The people of Brugges are very friendly.

The food (if you find the right places - basically down side streets and not near the main tourist sites) is great. Shipscook will tell you all about that and how to make it once he has had a go I would imagine.

Belgian police man have a strong and firm but, at the same time, considerate grip. Especially when checking your groin area.

Anyway, have to start the process of uploading all the photographs now so I can illustrate some of my points and bore you to death.