Brussels

Sooooo Over Chocolate!

25.01.2011 - 26.01.2011 6 °C

So lets begin where we left off...

After the taxi ride where once again we believed we were going to wake up mysteriously without our kidneys, we arrived at out Belgium Hotel, The Centrale.
We were politely greeted by the receptionist, who after we checked in, corrected the T.V. for us (this was somewhat important as we were deprived of the 'idiot box' through Rome as English is not the primary spoken language).
After an early nights rest, we spent the majority of the next day in the hotel room. This was mostly because Holly was still getting over her illness, and partly because we were buggered from the Italy tours.
In the late afternoon we decided to grab something for dinner so we made an enquiry to our receptionist who kindly pointed us in the right direction.
After traversing through a few modernized streets, we found ourselves in an older-style arcade rife with bars and chocolate shops (most people would probably have a sugar rush just by looking at it).
We eventually found ourselves in a large city square that was full of the older Belgium architecture. It was absolutely stunning and Holly and I are both kicking ourselves for not taking our cameras with us on this dining excursion. Like the arcade, the square had a variety of chocolate stores (reminding us that valentine’s day was creeping up) and bars.

We of course decided to dine at the tavern LeRoy, the one with the taxidermied horse. I ordered a Belgium mixed grill (which was awsome) and a king size Stella Artois. No joke, you could comfortably raise a few gold fish in this glass, castle and all. Holly had an awesome Cherry Beer and Vole vents. After paying for dinner we walked slowly back to the hotel, taking time to visit a few of the chocolatiers along the way.

The next morning was another early start back to the airport for our trip to Scotland. The taxi driver again was trying to kill us doing 140kph in a 70km zone!!! We arrived at the airport, surprisingly in one piece (also surprising was that this cabbie charged us more than the one that took us from the airport at the start of the Belgium leg).

The flight was a little rough. We were on a small plane, no bigger than a private leer-jet, so it was tossed around a fair bit during the flight.
We were once again relieved to be on terra-firma again ready and eager for our Scotland adventure!

To be concluded <-