Steve and Margaret decided to have a lazy day, so I resurrected my Brugge plans. Quick Google search and I discover that parking at the train station is only 3.5€ for the whole day and a free bus to the centre thrown in.
Gotta say I am not that impressed with Brugge. It's just like Brussels but smaller – full of market square cafés which serve very average coffee, too many souvenir shops, waffle shops and cheap chocolate shops. Once you’ve done the Markt and the Burg, you’re pretty much done for the day. It lacks the interest of Poperinge and the charm of Ghent.
So I’m going to sit here and make my 3€ coffee last as long as possible, use their free internet and catch up on the last three days of blog.
Later: had a bite of lunch then as I was inside the restaurant paying, all hell broke loose outside. Two police cars came screaming into the square with sirens blaring. I wandered down to get a better view and then this voice says "Hi Jax". It’s Phil – my mate that I missed yesterday (due to the utter failure of Orange Mobile France to provide a decent service.)
Phil was also sticky beaking at the coppers whilst his wife Roz was looking for him. We chatted for about 15 minutes and then went our separate ways. They had just arrived and I was just leaving, figuring I had exhausted all that Brugge had to offer.
I headed off to Oostende but having been told it is just like Nieuwpoort, I didn’t expect much. I wasn’t disappointed. It was exactly like Nieuwpoort and therefore just like the Gold Coast in Queensland. The saving grace was that I landed smack bang in the middle of a kite festival.
I headed down the coast, following the tram track which goes the full length of the Belgian coast, to Dunkirk. Here I bumped into a Boating festival. I hung around for a bit before heading back to Ieper where I bumped into the “pre” Cat Parade – the teaser for tomorrow.