We started by getting groceries and settling in a bit. The hostel bar turned out to be a lively one, one that many locals go to, which is super fun. The first night, our hostel had a large number of people in it: Australians, Americans, Brits, Welsh, an Icelandic guy, and a Norwegian. We met Danielle and Chantelle from Australia, and they were super cool. We also met a guy named Christor, from New York...let's just say that I won't be adding him to the Facebook.
The next day we did the touristy stuff. We climbed the belfry...all 366 steps. It was really interesting to see the elaborate system of bell mechanics.
Nikki and I then went to the chocolate and fry museum. Fun fact: French fries are in fact Belgian and not French. American soldiers were presented with them from some French speaking locals, however they were in Belgium and not French, and the Americans mistook them for being French. The more you know.
We were guides on our tour by Choclala, who took us through the historical journey of chocolate.
We were also brought from potato to fry from our new friends Peter Potato and Fiona Fry. These spuds have a lustrous history...and they are yummo!
That night we met some great people, Torbjørn and Aina from Norway and Elise and Louis from Canada. We went to a cool pub in a small alleyway. It was called Garre, and they have their own house draft that you can't get anywhere. It is a 12% beer, with a three per person limit, and it was DELICIOUS! We went out to another pub called the Pasterhole, in English. It is underneath a church. We partied Bruges style and it was tonnes of fun. We even hardcore parkoured back to our hostel...mostly we just put our feet in walls.
What was not fun, however, was the 12 new Dutch roommates we had. They were a group of douche bags that liked to get in at 5:00am and make the most noise possible.
The following day, we kept it pretty tame. We tried to get waffles, failed, and got a Danish instead. Then we napped.
In order to counteract the gaggle of goons, we went to bed early. And like clockwork, they arrived at the wee light of the morn...and woke us all the fuck up.
The next day we said goodbye to our new friends, Torbjørn and Aina, and headed for Brussels.
Belgium, second stop, coming soon!
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