I'm in Brugges. I am drunk. I just watched a shitty football match in which one team didn't play and my favorite player on the other team was sent off in a ridiculous decision and therefore denied the opportunity to play in the final even if the powers that be recognize that it was a ridiculous decision. Couldn't he have sent off Ronaldo or something? Bah.
Aaaaanyway. I ate a whole ton of spaghetti this evening for the low, low price of 3 Euro. No shit. I tried to order the large, but the guy (owner/server/bartender) pointed to this bucket a guy at the next table was eating out of and said, "that's a small. You sure you want a large?" Thank god too, I'm still full and that was hours ago. Best deal in all of Europe, I think.
The train station in Brugges is about ten minutes south of town, walking. En route, there are canals and trees and flowers. In the distance you can see old Gothic churches and things. But there's a carnival in town and as you get closer a few rides start appearing. The first section of the carnival was done up in the typical carnival way - lots of pink and flashing lights and things - and each ride had it own awful techno song blasting out of it. This one particular ride had a song with a chorus of "put your hands up! put your hands up! put your hands up IN THE AIR!!! *whum whum whum*" The ride was full of middle-aged Belgian men (all of whom sort of looked like a chubbier version of the Swiss banker in Casino Royale) with gaping grins, pumping their hands in the air to the tune of the song. It was one of those situations where no one else thought it was unusual or funny, so I couldn't laugh lest I look like the insane woman, which of course just made it even funnier. I've been giggling about it all day.
I don't know what I'm going to do tomorrow. I'm currently standing in the kitchen adjacent to the bar in order to utilize the outlet to charge my laptop. My room is full of more drunk Australians than there are beds who are lamenting having been just robbed. And while being robbed is surely terrible while in a foreign country, their biggest complaint is that they had just gotten drugs. One girl even complained that it was her dad's credit card that had been stolen. Oh boo hoo, "Daddy can't pay for anything for a whole two days or something!" Wahhhhh!
More on annoying tourists and the really wealthy (and the really wealthy who don't realize it) later.
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"My room is full of more drunk Australians than there are beds who are lamenting having been just robbed. And while being robbed is surely terrible while in a foreign country, their biggest complaint is that they had just gotten drugs. One girl even complained that it was her dad's credit card that had been stolen. Oh boo hoo, "Daddy can't pay for anything for a whole two days or something!" Wahhhhh!"
hahahaha you met the ungly Australians...we don't like them in Australia either. They'll probably become lawyers or dentists one day and brag about roughing it.
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