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La Belgique

After the sheep-coal mines-furnaces-ron miles weekend, we headed to Brussels, our first official destination out of Britain. We stayed at Hostel Bruegul, which was quite comfortable, but we were hardly there except to maybe sleep.

First day in Brussels, we visited the very pretty town of Bruges and had the entire day to ourselves. We had rented bikes to make things more fun. Bruges is a cosy little tourist town with beautiful architecture and horse-driven cnhariots, small little shops (with wafffles!) everywhere and numerous grand squares where time simply stops. Many of use relaxed in Bar 2b till it was finally time to leave, and some of us biked on bike trails that ran on the borders of the city.

Second day in Bruges – We went for the European Commission information session, and learnt about the working of the European Union and its goals for the future. After that, we were free to explore Brussels and in the evening most of us watched Inception, the movie that I’ve heard so much about and can’t wait to watch.

Third day in Bruges – We had a tour of the city of Ypres, a place that was involved in two world wars. Our guide was a retired British military officer now living in Belgium, but he was really passionate about the dynamics of the wars and how it had affected the town of Ypres. We visited a British cemetary, also the place where John McCrae wrote ‘In Flanders Fields’, and the German cemetary, which existed after Germany lost but refused to take back its dead. We also visited the war museum, that had preserved trenches and many souveniers from the wars (and many cats). It was an interesting day and made me write something about soldiers.

Adventure

They left home in the spirit of adventure,
Mere boys, looking for a grander feeling,
Than simple boyish games can lend.

They left with a sparkling patriotic pride,
Brighter than the hearts of most men,
Flush with dreams of women and medals.

They left in hoards and masses,
In trucks and on foot.
Singing.

In the rain of shells, and puddles of dirt,
Adventures were had.

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