Next Stop Bruges

It’s hard to believe my time in Wales (land of giant bumblebees and pigeons – I swear both are about three times as big here as they are at home!) has come to an end.  Thanks to my wonderful hosts I’ve managed to get a well rounded overview of Wales and had a fantastic time.

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Chris and Sharon have been to a few of the places I have on my itinerary so I’m fully armed with tips and must see’s.

But time has come to an end here in Wales has and I’m moving on to Belgium, first stop Bruges (via London and Brussels) – gonna be a long day!

I share the train from Swansea to Cardiff with hordes of locals off to see a game (I’m assuming by all the red shirts).  It’s absolutely packed – standing room only.  I’m glad I was at the front of the queue and managed to get a seat. The mob is buzzing, fuelled by the cans of alcohol they are consuming well before 11am in the morning.  At each station more people pile on – I don’t know which spaces they are squeezing themselves into!  Finally the train arrives in Cardiff and departs with a much lighter (and quieter) load.

At Paddington I grab a taxi and head off to St Pancras to catch the Eurostar – my first trip on it in fact.  I clear customs and have a while to wait before my train, but with this massive backpack there’s no way I was going to fill in time wandering around.  Soon enough the Eurostar is departing and I settle in for the ride.  It’s only a few hours to Brussels and I don’t even notice the train going underground across the channel.  I swap trains and despite the lack of English around, end up on what seems to be the correct train to Bruges.

Out the window of the train, two baby deer frolick at the edge of the woodlands alongside the railway line, and startle at the noise of the train passing by.  Quaint little towns pass by the window and it’s not long before Bruges station comes into sight.  I am a little anxious as to whether this is my stop as the monitor on the train only seems to speak German.  Luckily many German words are similar to English words and I feel I know enough to be sure I can get off here.

I arrive in Bruges just as the sun has set and darkness is just starting to set in.  I  punch in the code I have been given before arriving to access my room and climb the narrow circular stairway to my room.  It’s very cute and clean with a view out of the tops of the surrounding buildings.  I want to head out and join the crowds of people in the town square.  It’s not far from my hotel, although I’m not sure which way, but I follow the noise and soon enough reach it without trouble.

Diners pack the tables surrounding the square, with people walking and cycling around the outskirts.  It’s quite clear that the town is full of tourists.

I can’t wait to get out and explore the city tomorrow (along with al the other tourists).

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