Those that know me will probably know that I like flying; I like the who experience aside from the security theater and the waiting about.
That said, I’m also a sucker for the Eurostar. I like the simplicity of their check in, I like their security that’s probably as effective as airport stuff but nowhere near as unpleasant. I like that you can rock up half an hour before and there’ll be no difficulty getting on the train. And I like the fact that I can make one small change to my commute and instead of spending Friday night at home, I can spend it in a nice hotel…
… next to a pretty little canal …
… where there is a vast selection of beer …
… to enjoy.
As I say, I like that I could get to Brugge with only one extra change of train. And with no limit to the amount of beer I could come back with other than how comfortably I could get it home. And that on the weekend that we were there, the entire damn town started singing.
In short: TLW & I had a lovely weekend in Flanders. And I’ve got dozens of interesting beers to work my way through. Hurrah!
Dozens you say…
Indeed. More than two dozens, in fact, and only three beers are repeated. Hurrah for variety.