On Tuesday morning, we left our host’s place in Brussels to catch a train that would take us to Bruges in a little less than an hour. While it wasn’t far away, we quickly noticed that this was a very different place. Bruges is a part of Flanders, the netherlandish-speaking part of Belgium. However, we are now used to be faced with signage in a language we don’t understand, so it wasn’t that much of a shock for us anymore.
When we arrived in Brussels on saturday night we were tired of our only 4 hours sleep and the 2 hours of searching around to try and figure out where the metro was, how it worked and get the change to pay for a ticket. Our host Lazlo invited us to a night out with his friends but we were too drained and declined. They did however start the night at the flat and we had the chance to meet two of his friends which were very lovely and fun ladies. They gave us a bunch of tips on what to see in Brussels, sang Henri Dès songs and debated Belgium’s responsibility for the genocide in Rwanda. We were sorry to be too tired to go out but they had much planned and only left at around 9:30.