A Complete Explanation Of Everything

Spent a pleasurable Sunday in Brussels basically just taking things in prior to some work stuff on the Monday. There's not altogether too much going on there, outside of beer and chocolate but it's relatively clean, the transport works and people are pretty friendly.

Managed to check in early in the Hotel too, which meant the early flight was less of an inconvenience. What was the real inconvenience was my best mate Leon's Dad's sixtieth the night before the flight. Couple of kegs out the back garden, etc., etc.

So like I said, on the Sunday, just kinda toured around. Didn't bother with the map and proceeded to get hopelessly lost in a very not bothered manner, whenever a town has a metro system it's never too hard to get back on an even keel.

Eventually found the: A la Mort Subite cafe, which was apparently a second home to the legendary Belgian troubadour, Jacques Brel. I've often drank Mort Subite (sudden death) in France, it's a strong beer which has a bit of cider about it too.















And then I strolled past ye olde Mannekin Pis, who is still passing a fair amount of water undistracted by the legion Japanese flash photographers.

Back to the Hotel, a bit of a spruce up, found a decent bar nearby and settled in for a night of fun, conversation and frolics.

Yep, life was good sitting in the square in the wee hours, smoking some and chatting with the manager of the bar and homeless dudes alike.

If it wasn't for the mosquito bites, it'd have been damn near perfect.