backpackers, biceps, brussels

A few years ago, my prelude to a festival involved being stranded with student strangers at a train station and drinking cheap vodka whilst waiting for the 1am bus to Benicassim... How things have changed.

With a civilised 10am departure, the Eurostar was a wonderfully painless means of travelling to Brussels. Having checked-in at The Dominican, a lovely boutique hotel, my two favourite bankers and I lunched leisurely by the Grand Place on moules frites, followed with some beers near the Manneken Pis and afternoon waffles. Then from the comfort of a room, we watched Nadal out-class poor Murray in Wimbledon.

Also discovered that you can do tourist tours on segways! And that smurfs are Belgian in origin.

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[Miel]

can't wait for another federer vs.nadal final!