The next day I check in to Van Gough hostel in Brussels...wow like a hotel! I threw my bag into the locker and went to explore and eat. I had the most delicious fresh bread, olives, cheese and another waffle yum! I went to the music museum and from the top floor you have a great view of the city and it was a lovely sunny evening.
I walked around for another 4 hours or so until it was time to head to another couchsurfers house for dinner and drinks. Dorien is a reporter and just back from Israel where her and her friends, while in a detention centre being questioned, had to pretend they were beach bimbos to get into the country to do their reporting. The food was a little on the unpalatable side but we had so many chimay bleus that it didn’t matter after a while, we got some great 'girl chat' in it was like we had been friends for years. We went for a wander around Brussels, many of the building walls are covered with comic book paintings, the guy who created the Tin Tin comics was from Belgium, it really brightened up some dodgy areas. We stumbled (literally!) into a really cool art exhibition, trying not to knock it down the alcohol made the images even more effective. In the pub that night I had a conversation with a really drunk guy with just answering 'ah ya!', 'ya!', 'ya?', 'yaaaa' (yes in Dutch!) funny, silly.
I arrived back at the hostel circa 4am was handed my sheets for the bed which it was compulsory to pay E4 for, so although I was drunk and really overtired god damn I was making my bed! I had been allocated the worst bed in the house, top bunk, couldn’t find the ladder, damn I left my bag in the locker at reception, too tired, just made a little toga outfit kind of climbed onto the table then the closest bed then very ungracefully swung myself up onto the my bunk, then superman dived into the bed, asleep before my head hit the pillow....the cleaner came in then at 9am time to check out!
Like a zombie I headed for Bruges, couchsurfing again this night i'm sure ill get some sleep in then