Saturday 31 May 2014

The Rethinking of the Dead People

Here's a little tip for future travellers.... Check if there is going to be a public bank holiday in the countries that you are travelling to.

We found out purely by chance that exactly 40 days after Easter is Ascension Day (I mean, don't get me wrong, like, we already knew that and everything, but we just forgot and that.)  During a conversation about our planned activities for the next day, it was casually slipped in that because of the bank holiday the trains would be running on a different schedule and some things might be closed.... well, that had not been factored into our plans at all. 

The destination for today was Bruges (Brugge, if you live there).  This is a very picturesque villagey city... and home to the Mother and Child Statue by Michaelangelo to which Jenny wanted to view in the flesh.


full of cobblestone streets...


Touristy chocolate shops...


selling Cuberdon - A traditional sweet treat from Ghent.



And mountains of chocolate!



There are touristy tourist souvenir shops...



Touristy lace shops....


and cafes selling traditional Belgian fare....


And there are old, old, old buildings and churches everywhere... That is the Church of Our Lady in the background, home to the Mother and Child statue.

It is not surprising that they took 100's of years to build.... Look at the size of the little bricks!



As we walked around we heard the melodic church bells ringing.  The tune was really familiar to me and I said to Jenny, "I think that's 'It's a long way to Tipperary'! To which she replied, "I don't think so, they're church bells!"  Until we both joined in with the chorus....

"Goodbye Piccadilly, farewell Leicester Square.  It's a long long way to Tipperary, for my heart lies there."

It was indeed the tune in question.... 
perhaps it translates to something religious in Flemish?

Nearly every second person had a dog...  it almost felt like we were the odd ones out being dogless!

(this photo actually looks like this man was being chased by an angry mob, but rest assured, he was safe.)


The best way to get around the windy, narrow little streets is by bike.  Parking is way easier and the riders never think that they're part of the Tour de France, they are very courteous and even when trying to navigate through 1000's of people, they manage to do it without running into anyone or falling off!



Or if you don't fancy peddling, you can jump onboard a horse drawn carriage to show you the sights.  The horses are obviously used to all the people as they manoeuvre carefully around corners and through crowds.


This lovely old man looked like a local, just getting about his business... I wonder what he thinks about all the tourists?


Now just getting back to the bank holiday for Ascension Day and what actually happens on this day.  Apparently, there is a procession... and it was being held in Bruges!

We only found out this fairly important snippet of information by chance because a lady at our hotel reception was telling the lady behind the counter that they were going to go to Bruges, but because of the procession, they'd decided not to, you know, because of all the people.

We immediately asked the man serving us what the procession was all about.  His reply made us giggle a little even though his grasp of the English language was way more advanced than our grasp on Dutch!

"It is the rethinking of the dead people."

Once we'd arrived and worked out way into the centre of Bruges, this is what we found.  Street after street lined with chairs for hire for €3...


And if you were happy to pay an extra €2, you could get a dining chair!


But even though they were all set up, there was nothing yet to see.


These streets obviously mapped the route of the procession which then past by this double grandstand in the main square... tickets for the grandstand were €15



And completed it's journey here in front of this gorgeous building/church? where they had made an alter in front of a large fenced off mosh pit area.



We managed to get to Bruges, look around and work our way through the throng of people and get out of there all before the 100,000 strong crowd descended and the procession began.

This lady wasn't going to miss a thing though.  She'd hired her chair and she was going to stay there until it ended!



Same with this man.



Jenny and I toasted ourselves over lunch on our map reading skills and our ability to avoid the large crowd...



If you look closely at this map of southern Bruges, you can see the black dotted line of the route we took - I've added this because I know how important it is to visualise. :-)


Then as we headed back to the train, Jenny said, "Oh Bastard!  We forgot to look at the Mother and Child Statue!"


The map we had didn't label the Church of Our Lady and whilst walking around and navigating the people, we completely forgot to look for her! We only worked it that we had been right near the church once we were on the train on the way back to Ghent.  


Thursday 29 May 2014

Banana

Hands up if you've ever heard of a town called Banana?

Well you're not alone!

I've never heard anyone speak of it - ever and I've never seen it written on a map.

But.... I found out whilst in Ghent, Belgium that it exists.  Christophe once worked there at an ostrich farm.  His job was to sit in the pen and try to dissuade the ostriches from eating the sand.

As he was telling us the story, Jenny and I were rubbishing him, saying that he'd made it up because it clearly wasn't real.

But, here I stand, corrected - thanks to Google.


It's a real place inland of Gladstone in Queensland. I can't give you much more information than that, other than it's been a shire for a long time!  

You learn something new every day!

Wednesday 28 May 2014

Picture Perfect!

"Here hides one of Europe's finest panoramas of water, spires and centuries-old grand houses.  And it seems that the Belgians forgot to tell anyone!" Anon

I love Ghent. 

 I love the buildings and the village feel.  I love the medievilness and the canals.  I love the beers and the food.... oh the food!

This is the view from our hotel window.



I love the cobblestone streets and the churches around every corner.  I love that there are no cars in the centre of the town - only trams and canal boats - besides dodging trams - it's a pedestrian free for all.  I love that people get around easily on bikes.


I love that I'm here with me Jenny and that I've finally mastered the selfie with the right hand which gives us a lot of options now for selfie poses - me on the left.... and on the right!


I love the old buildings and often wonder if anybody uses that little door on the bottom right hand side of this building?

 When in Ghent!

I love the skinny buildings that have been rammed in-between other skinny buildings.


I love the many squares and market places.


I love the fresh water fountains found all over the city where you and your dog can have a drink, fill up a water bottle, or wash your face.


I love that if your dog doesn't fancy sharing the fountain with you.... he/she can have their own little drink on this street.


There are unfortunately some very ugly buildings going up here - which I don't love and refuse to post pictures of, but this one ⬇ was a fairly cool looking modernish one.


I love Facebook Street..... What more can I say?


 I love this cool sign on a shop window.  

Woot Woot!


I love the fabulously heavy, ornate doors.


I love that my friend Christophe and his gorgeous girlfriend, Maayan flew into Ghent just to see us (it was also his birthday and was perhaps coming to see his family.... but I don't think so).  They showed us around and played tour guide.


I love that I found out that I love celery salt!  I'd never heard of it, but it goes perfectly with cheese when your'e trying out a new beer.



I also love Pol - the grumpy owner of the Jenever bar - 't Dreupelkot.  If you ever find yourself in Ghent, don't miss this peculiar little bar.  He's open every day from 4pm.




And finally.... I love that it is a great place to meet up with lovely friends.


I love Ghent!


I mean, what's not to love?

Tuesday 27 May 2014

Mussels in Brussels


No, Je plaisante, Je plaisante. (I joke, I joke)

These were the mussels we were after and when they come with frites and a beer, well, what more can you aksk for?


Belgium, as we all know, is famous for its chocolate and there is no shortage of shops selling them.
I was drawn to this one in particular because it is called Le Comptoir De Mathilde..... and Comptior is my favourite French word.... it means "counter" - I don't love the meaning, but I love the sound of it.


The other thing the Belgians are famous for is beer.... so why not have the shops right next door to each other?


On a trip with Jenny years ago, we bussed through Brussels for lunch on our way from Amsterdam to Paris.  Jenny couldn't remember being there, but as soon as we walked into the main square, it all cam flooding back and then we were pointing out shops we'd been into.  

"That's where we got the waffles from" 

"This is the street with the Pissing Boy"

"I remember that tapestry shop"



 One thing I didn't realise the Belgians are famous for is.....



shops for all your terrorist / robbery needs?