So here's my part of the summer vacay, I went to a few places before joining Shan in Italy. First stop, BRUSSELS. Took a night coach from London to Brussels alone to meet up with Sharon, Mel and Esther (flew from Greece). It was a seven hours ride, reached Brussels at six in the morning and will only meet them girls in the afternoon. Been wondering what can I do for that few hours, as it was sorta solo travel for me for the first time, so I was pretty excited, but was also too sleepy to feel anything at that moment.
Unlike my previous experience of taking coach to Paris(by eurolines), I have to be extra careful with my own belongings as I was travelling alone, and also this time(by megabus) it's a lil different because we have to go by a ferry, everyone has to get down from the coach and take a rest in the ferry.
Victoria Coach Station (London) - Canterbury Dover Ferry Port - Brussels
Explored the ferry for a moment as I have not been in one this big, and it's mostly food hall and nothing much. Then I realized that I shouldn't have took my own sweet time walking around. Everyone, literally everyone found themselves a spot to take a nap, and lucky me, I've got an arm chair. Trust me, it wasn't a pleasant journey, as it was all about getting sleep and switching places (from coach to ferry and back to coach). It's torturing, not everyone can do that, but I just have to as I was on a budget (it cost me less than £15 for a single trip).
∆ Brussels, Belgium.
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| Grand Place, Brussels |
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| Galeries Royales Saint-Hubert |
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| The Manneken Pis |
Brussels is a city famous of chocolate, beers, waffles and the peeing boy (Manneken Pis). The story of this peeing boy, although seems a lil ridiculous to me, is that this boy has actually saved the city by urinating on explosives that was gonna bomb the city. But it make more sense than the second version of the story which tells of a tourist father who lost his son in the city and after receiving help from the locals to find the boy(who was found happily peeing in a small garden!!), he gifted this statue to them. But I don't understand! As much as the westerners love statues, why would anyone wants a statue of a peeing boy that brings them trouble? And this statue has been repeatedly stolen, what?! Trust me, I've rolled my eyes countless times listening to this. At least the first version is more heroic.
According to reviews, Maison Dandoy serves the best waffles in Brussels. It is only steps away from the Grand Place. We ordered a homemade ice cream and strawberry waffle. There are two types of waffles, Belgian-style or Lèige-style. We picked the latter, thicker and denser in texture.
The Belgium Fries (2€), served in paper cones, with a dollop of andalouse sauce (0.6€). Yeap, you gotta pay for the sauce.
The city centre is pretty small, everything is in walking distance, and also pretty safe to walk alone, let alone the terrorist attack. It's still safe, I guess? I remember when I was waiting in line to hop on the coach, the driver asked the man in front of me where's he heading to, and he said Brussels. The drivier told him good luck, because it's small and dead boring. Lol. I couldn't agree more, except chocolates and waffles made it a little better.
updated 2:05am. 7 July 2016.
signing off.
x,jo
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