THE ROAD LESS TRAVELLED
When we were in Denmark, we contacted the Belgian boys we met whilst diving in Mexico (couldn’t fit any more name drops in that sentence if we tried!). We finally figured out a route that would take us through 4 countries in one day and eventually land on Philip’s door step just outside of Antwerp, Belgium. Once we arrived, we were greeted by Ive and Philip with open arms, boutique Belgian beers cooling and 5000000 different cheeses just dying to be demolished… And demolished they were! It was absolutely fantastic to catch up with familiar faces once again – across the other side of the planet and have a laugh as if you’d never left home. The boys played brilliant hosts and showed us around the sights – a definite mentionable highlight was Bruges which was absolutely stunning. We heard people call Bruges “Little Venice” and it was just so stunning – especially at night. In a word? Stunning. Ive was kind enough to snap some awesome shots with his sharp photographic eye – so any good pics are most likely to be his! Another must-mention is the fantastic night that we were treated to at a night out on the town… “The Cafe” nightclub hosted all manners of life and brilliant music… So naturally there was some serious moves busted on the dance floor. Kez was a tad star struck when she (thought) she was rocking on with Hurley from Lost – pretty sure that you’ll be able to pick which one he is. She even slipped over in his pool of sweat whilst she was doing her best “Jitterbug” and tried to cover it up by morphing it into the worm. Fail. That night Ads was Designated Dave so had to drive us squawking clowns back home – but thanks to Philip’s “short cut” and Adam’s ignorance, we didn’t get home for another 3 hours after leaving the club. Apparently muddy off roads and a 2 tonne VW van can almost certainly equal trouble. Whilst we were all happily singing along to Sinatra’s “My Way”, we ended up in a spot of bother in the middle of a crop field, bogged up to the eyeballs. After what seemed like hours and several hernias later, our feeble attempts to push the “Silver Bullet” out of the clay like mess, we succumbed and started to foot it to the nearest town at a toasty Zero degrees. Whilst walking through a quaint little village with no apparent life – Kez heard a muffled thrashing coming from a “closed” pub with the blinds drawn. Intrigued and desperate for some warmth, she opened the door to find a group of drunkards singing along to heavy metal – once Kez’s preferred genre. She struck a (B Flat) chord with them and managed to get one of the lads to call his mate at 4am to tow the Silver Bullet out of the marshes. As the boys went out into the freezing cold and got their hands dirty, Kez earned her keep pulling beers behind the bar and showing off with her complete lyrics to Enter The Sandman. Eventually, Silver Bullet was rescued, as was Kez, as was Ads’s pride and we finally ended up home at 6:30am… a little bit tired. Footage below has not been edited.
WIN:
The whole lot… You’ll see!
FAIL:
Zilch… You’ll see!
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