Bonjour, Belgium!


Bikes & Champagne Picnics in Bruges
After countless attempts to plan out the remainder of our European travels together, we finally sat down to purchase tickets from Dublin to continental Europe.  In Asia, doing this a few days in advance was completely normal, and although prices would fluctuate, the price would never inhibit us from journeying somewhere new - it was all affordable.
Surrounding Bruges
As we sat in Hailey's flat in Dublin, the realization that we were quite stuck and going to have to change our plan once again dawned on us.  Summertime Europe does not compare to any other place I've been in terms of terrifying costs for a backpacker, and these costs make places aggressively unattractive in terms of visiting:cost ratio.  The result of our debate, finger crossing, and endless Google searches (while clearing our browser cookies in order to avoid pricing schemes for repeat searches on the same flights) - we were headed to Bruges, Belgium.
Windmill in Bruges
As soon as we arrived in Bruges and spoke with a local couple, we were off to our hostel, Charlie Rocket's.  We arrived at the same time as our Swiss roommates, and chatted for a bit before heading to the nearest tavern to watch the FIFA World Cup Final while enjoying our first Belgium beers.  This is an important point to review: Jennifer does not drink beer.  AT ALL.
Exploring Bruges
I was in Belgium with my sister, who for the fact prompted the beer ordering, while watching Argentina play for the World Cup Finals - life was a dream!  Although Argentina didn't win the game, we had a great time enjoying the atmosphere and a few delicious beers before calling it a night.  
Bruges, Belgium
Our next day was spent biking, exploring and taste testing our way through the chocolate shops of the beautiful city, and picnic-ing next to the river that encompasses Bruges' city center.  We had (like our time in Ireland) fantastic weather, which allowed us to relax and cat nap in the sun before we had to return our bicycles late in the afternoon.
Biking around Bruges
After three days in the Neverland of Bruges, we decided to spend a day exploring Ghent before catching our flight leaving from Brussels and taking us to our next stop: Prague, Czech Republic.
Bruges, Belgium
Conveniently, Ghent was only a thirty minute train ride from Bruges.  We arrived in mid-morning, rented lockers in the train station to store our backpacks and proceeded to access wifi for great advice from Jennifer's Belgian friend, Gerald.  
Historic boat tour in Ghent
We visited the Gravensteen Castle, took an hour-long historic ferry tour of the city, and enjoyed the most ridiculous Belgian fries that I could have imagined.  I took at least a few years off of my life within minutes, but they were delicious!

The two of us had a great time walking around the city and learning as we explored; one of the coolest streets we stumbled upon was a graffiti lane.  There were two little punks spraying, or rather refining their skills, which was fun to watch for a bit.  
Graffiti wall in Ghent
Towards the end of the day, it was time for us to catch the train to Brussels where we had no reservations and no idea how far away the airport would be for our flight the following morning.  It was one of those moments when all of our devices were dead, we had no wifi or prospects of finding it, the sun was setting and we were exhausted and clueless.  We toyed around with the idea of renting lockers and finding a club to stay in until early in the morning, but decided against that immediately when we realized we were both quite tired.  
Castle View in Ghent
Instead, we asked for the city center and headed out of the train station.  After a moment of adjusting to the new city, I spotted a group of four guys who had backpacks and were heading down the street. After a quick look at Jennifer to gauge our level of desperation and complete indifference to sleeping on the street (which was quickly rising to "extreme") I started sprinting towards them, as fast as my backpack-laden body would allow.  In one of our greater strokes of luck, they happened to be four Mexican guys who had just arrived and were headed towards a hostel where they'd had the good sense to make a reservation.  
Beautiful flowers on the river in Ghent

They welcomed us to join their group, and after chatting in a very animated, interesting combination of Spanish and English, we learned that they lived outside Mexico City, DF where Jennifer spent last summer.  In true Mexican form, they were looking for a party, and our previous exhaustion dissipated immediately.  

We arrived with them at their prearranged hostel, and in another stroke of luck, got two of the last beds available in the place.  Jennifer was assigned to the room with our new amigos, as I was headed upstairs to drop my bags in my assigned dorm.  We agreed to meet downstairs in 20 minutes, during which time I recruited two Canadian guys and three Korean freshmen I met in my dorm.  Our posse's plan was changed when we heard about 1 euro beers until midnight at a nearby pub, and then it was decided we would head to the infamous Delirium Cafe, an absinthe bar located down the street from our hostel.   
Wall of Beer in Bruges, Belgium
We had one of the most fun nights of our trip that night.  To say that we were surprised that we made our flight would be an extreme understatement.  I think we got back to our room well past 3 AM, and had to be awake at 5 AM to catch a cab to the airport.  We were awakened and ushered out of the hostel by our extremely intoxicated Mexican friend who was quite the gentleman and insisted on carrying our bags downstairs for us.

Brussels, I literally know nothing about you, and probably won't be back, but thanks for a kick ass night!
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