so first of all, traveller's nightmare: i was robbed!
just while changing trains in antwerp, belgium, got my wallet lifted right outta my purse! professionals i suppose. it was absolutely horrendous, i cried and cried and tried to go to the bathroom and the attendant wouldnt even let me cus i didnt have the 40cents to go in. what a bitch.
however there was some really nice people who helped me out, this belgian guy actually bought me my train ticket onto bruges (while asking, where are your friends!? do you have weapons!? mace!? why are you alone!?) and these american girls on the train gave me 5 euro to bus onto my hostel.
luckily enough i have a credit card my mom doesnt use and after much trouble that i wont get into, i can now access money. yay!
ANYWAY! i went to bruges! my mom was like, "are you in bruges cus of that movie?" "if i grew up on a farm, and was retarded, bruges might impress me"...with lines like that from the film, dont you wanna go to bruges too!? apparently in the 1800s there was a book that made bruges out to be a total shithole and that drew in visitors. and now with this film calling bruges a shithole, there are again loads of tourists.
but bruges is lovely, its so...so..disneyland! seriously though, cobblestone streets, horse drawn carriages, gorgeous buildings, loads of tourists... it was great. of course, bruges is not like the movie bruges like for example the tower you need to queue up and there's wire mesh over the windows at the top so i guess what happened in the movie cant actually happen. and jesus' blood is put out for like an hour a day and you can donate to touch the glass case. oh but it was good.
and oh god the BELGIAN FRIES. oh the mayonnaise. oh the fries covered in mayonnaise. and so apparently the fries are fried in beef tallow and maybe even horse fat. i choose to ignore this.
then i was off to brussels where their city mascot is a little sculpture of a little boy pissing. and there you have it, what else can i say about brussels really.
and then off i was to dublin! cant say i did an awful lot there but i did manage to drag my ass to the kilmainham gaol where all the easter rising leaders were kept and executed. and that was the morning after 2nd ever pub crawl, i was quite impressed with myself. managed to see miss emma kenny whom i worked with in melbourne. what started as a nice lunch turned into 2 older irish gentlemen buying us bottle after bottle of wine starting at 3 pm till we could both not properly function. i ate a double cheeseburger, deep fried mozza sticks and garlic cheese fries and then was passed out in bed by 9pm on a friday night. it was good to see emma!
i also managed to go to trinity college and saw the book of kells and then...i went shopping. and now im here on ed's farm! but were off at the moment so to be continued...
