I write this sadly. My days with mumma in Europe are coming to end. I currently find myself on a train from Bruges to Brussels but I should probably rewind back to our arrival in Bruges. Now Bruges is a sweet little medieval town encircled in canals, now dubbed the ‘Venice of the North’. The hotel was ‘cute as’ (quote mum) in every way and situated on the canal – a little further out of town. We spent our first afternoon exploring little plazas, courtyards, lace shops, chocolatiers, churches (even saw what they at the Basilica believe is Christ’s actual blood – kinda creepy), the market square and we had our first BELGIAN WAFFLES!! Absolutely delish and as advised we had them plain with icing sugar on top. We were told this is the best way to eat them – only the tourists pile them with chocolate, ice-cream and other OTT (over the top) toppings. We also went to the choco-story ie. the chocolate museum but we were a little disappointed by the lack of tastings!!
The following day we hired bikes which pretty much are my newest obsession and the greatest fun. Despite recommendations to hit the coast, we doubted our biking prowess so we instead headed towards Damme. Another little town to explore, much smaller than Bruges, we wandered around and had a coffee with whipped cream in a divine little coffee shop (it’s a shame the coffee wasn’t as good as it looked). We continued along the tree lined canal, cycling through the countryside, crossing bridges, breathing in the beautiful fresh air and stopping in the cute little towns we passed. After the town of Hoeke, we crossed the border of Netherlands into a town called Sluis. I was pretty impressed to have ridden into another country and to have seen so many windmills, so even though our butts were in EXTREME pain by this point, we cycled around the town, through some paddocks and back for lunch. We had heard a lot about samurai sauce so decided to give it a go – we ordered burgers and chips with the sauce. Unfortunately it was overrated – just a nice mild chilli mayo and the greasy lunch left us a little ill and not looking forward to the 20km that lay ahead. Mum whinged about her butt all the way back to Bruges but we made it in record time. We then circled the outer canal of Bruges and took our bikes back. By this point, nearly 40kms later, we were exhausted and still unwell from the massive amounts of samurai sauce so we went and bought a rather creative dinner – olives, brie, bread, pate and a bottle of red. We sat and went through the millions of photos we have collected over the trip and dreaded its inevitable end.... Only one more city to go....
The following day we hired bikes which pretty much are my newest obsession and the greatest fun. Despite recommendations to hit the coast, we doubted our biking prowess so we instead headed towards Damme. Another little town to explore, much smaller than Bruges, we wandered around and had a coffee with whipped cream in a divine little coffee shop (it’s a shame the coffee wasn’t as good as it looked). We continued along the tree lined canal, cycling through the countryside, crossing bridges, breathing in the beautiful fresh air and stopping in the cute little towns we passed. After the town of Hoeke, we crossed the border of Netherlands into a town called Sluis. I was pretty impressed to have ridden into another country and to have seen so many windmills, so even though our butts were in EXTREME pain by this point, we cycled around the town, through some paddocks and back for lunch. We had heard a lot about samurai sauce so decided to give it a go – we ordered burgers and chips with the sauce. Unfortunately it was overrated – just a nice mild chilli mayo and the greasy lunch left us a little ill and not looking forward to the 20km that lay ahead. Mum whinged about her butt all the way back to Bruges but we made it in record time. We then circled the outer canal of Bruges and took our bikes back. By this point, nearly 40kms later, we were exhausted and still unwell from the massive amounts of samurai sauce so we went and bought a rather creative dinner – olives, brie, bread, pate and a bottle of red. We sat and went through the millions of photos we have collected over the trip and dreaded its inevitable end.... Only one more city to go....
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