We only just got off the fucking train! Could we reserve judgement on Bruges until we’ve seen the fucking place?

So I took a bus from Cologne to Brussels, and then caught a train from Brussels to Bruges (it’s about an hour, so I could make day trips back there this week if I wanted to.  My main reason for coming here is of course nothing historic, but because In Bruges it’s one of my favorite movies.

note: The Bruges posts will undoubtedly reference quotes from the movie quickly, which are extremely likely to include foul language.

Bruges is *not* a shithole.  It’s rather small and narrow, and seeing the people swamping the cobblestone streets as I took the bus from the train station to the hostel was actually pretty cool (I’m about a 10 minute walk from the center).  Still, despite it being November, it’s a hopping little town/open-air museum.

After getting settled, I worked for quite some time in the hotel bar area (which has awesome WiFi, yay), and then strolled down to the city center in the evening.  Here’s a picture of the Basilica of the Holy Blood:

It's said to contain some drops of Jesus Christ's blood. Yeah, that's how this church got its name. Basilica of the Holy Blood.
It’s said to contain some drops of Jesus Christ’s blood. Yeah, that’s how this church got its name. Basilica of the Holy Blood.

And one of the Belfry and square at night, which is surrounded by outdoor seating from cafes where people are having fairly pricey dinners and drinking nice Belgian beers.

The tower is usually open until seven, yesterday an American had a heart attack at the tower, today the tower is closed.
The tower is usually open until seven, yesterday an American had a heart attack at the tower, today the tower is closed.

Just a bit more casual strolling before heading back to the hostel.  It’s a rather wealthy city, and I’m so sick of Kabob places, that I couldn’t really find a place to my liking for dinner.  So I ordered a pizza from the bar and a couple beers all for a total of 9€.

The next morning they served “breakfast” in the bar area.  It’s actually just little pieces of bread they sell for .20€ in any supermarket, along with Nutella or cream cheese or jam.  Kind of sad.  But they do have free coffee, so I’m all for it.

And then I did an extensive walking day.  I figure I can get my grasp on the city and then figure out what I want to do the rest of the week.  There are TONS of chocolate shops, Belgian beer shops, cafes, and quite a few places selling waffles.  I walked into about 10 different chocolate shops and rated them based on smell to determine which ones I’ll go back to.

Here’s a picture of their little canal thing that I took during my stroll.

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If I grew up on a farm, and was retarded, Bruges might impress me but I didn’t, so it doesn’t.

I also walked by the 2be Beer Wall, which apparently is a thing I’m supposed to take a picture of.  The point is they are really proud of their beer here.

So the next day I went back into the best smelling chocolate shop and bought some chocolates.  These pieces are like 1€ each. They better give me magical powers.  A lot of people are getting them as souvenirs for people, but I intend on eating all of these myself in the next two days.

So expensive
They are so expensive because the chocolatiers need to speak 4 languages.

There isn’t a whole lot to see here, so I’m more or less hiding out in Bruges for a few days.  Getting my reporting and billing done, catching up on some work, and gearing up to finish the trip.  This is the point at which I get exhausted and get too tired to keep moving too quickly.

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