A Final Fairwell To Excess...

... From 5-Star to hostel to fold-out couch-bed.

After a quiet Christmas spent in the glow of a crackling fire watching my annual Sopranos box-set and a New Year's that passed as uneventful as so many before them, it was time for one final hoorah before settling back to scrounging around Paris fueled on Pasta and cheap steak. Rachel was heading to Brussels for physiotherapy placement on Erasmus and I travelled with her to Brussels for a couple of days to see her settled in and for a bit of a holiday before the international season begins in earnest.


While I've heard repeatedly that Brussels is a great party town and that it's a great city to live in, it's entire tourist industry seems to be built around a tiny statue of a little boy pissing. If that doesn't entertain you for hours and hopefully it won't, you will very quickly run out of things to do. At this point you'll look around and you'll likely see 6 chocolatiers, 8 restaurants and 9 pubs. It seems to me that the Belgians have long since given up trying to make their country interesting, it just isn't, and have instead dedicated themselves to the finer things in life - chocolate, food, and beer.



So we whiled away our days between the three trying to find the right balance. That is until it was time to spend the last night in a dinghy hostel and then until it was time for me to return to my sofa-bed in Paris and hard work and training to make this great experiment worthwhile.