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I became totally alone while I was in Belgium for two days. My feet started hurting me while I walk and getting worse and worse since I only wore one boots for my 12 days trip.
I took the train to Brugge and transferred at Antwerp, during the 15 minutes waiting, I ran out off the station, took some photos and then rushed back to train station, arrived Brugge around 3pm. It was mixed rain and snow that afternoon, I did not plan to spend a night in Brugge so I just walked quickly around the city, tried to see the whole town in one afternoon. It was packed in the shopping streets, because they had discount in every store, unfortunately, I had no time for shopping.
It is absolutely the prettiest city that I've been to during the trip. It was tiny, yet has everything in the centrum, the river goes through, the architecture, the stores, the coffee shops (the real one unlike in Amsterdam), the restaurants.... I like it very much, althought I only stayed there for three hours, but it was quite enough. The only thing I regret was not having time to dine at one of the resturants here...
http://www.pixnet.net/album/nicoleyu1/13407446
On the train to Brussels, a father with three kids seated across me, the two little kids were so cute, around 3-5 yo, they played or fought or cried during the whole time, not a moment quiet down.
While I wondered which stop was mine that's near my hostel, a gentleman seated opposite me gave me advises and even showed me the way after we got off the train. He is a policeman, a high level like detective, not the one that needs to chase bad guys. After I checked in the hostel, Young Hostel of Van Gogh, my feet tried so hard telling me not to walk anymore, but I was unwillingly since I will only have one whole day tomorrow to visit the city, I did not think it's enough for the capital of Belgium. So I walked out, no direction, no specific sightsee that I needed to see.
But I would say that night out was a mistake, it gave me a bad impression of Brussels. It was a fucking cold day, nobody on the streets, I was hungry and can't find a restaurant that I felt comfortable to dine by myself. As I walked in one restaurant with lots of people in it after 2 hours, the lead 偷笑 at me, I had no idea why, but felt totally uncomfortable during the whole meal time. They don't have English menu, they speak only French, the clients were all look like gays... I did not know as if I walked in the wrong restaurant or what, but I did not care, cus I was so hungry, so I stayed and for as long as I can to rest my feet.
After I walked back to the hostel, I stayed at the bar for a while, chatted to a guy from British until midnight. I tried to get some sleep, but somehow, I can't open the door of my room. I was walking back and forth with the man from the hostel trying to open the door for me, but he realized that he did not have the key and he is newbie and he had no idea what to do... After two hours, I was tired of everything and fell asleep on a sofa at the bar, he woke me up said he knocked the window and asked one of my roommate to open the door.... I got in at 2:30am and then slept through till noon the next day.
Since I had a bad experience the day before, and my feet hurt so much, so I did not care where will I go the next day, just need to go to the biggest museum and see the manekin pis, that's all I need to see in Brussels.... and I did. I spent the whole afternoon walked around the Royal district and the Royal Museums of Fine Arts of Belgium, then back to centrum tried to take picture of Manekin pis. Somehow, after asked a couple of locals there, I walked into the same street that I walked last night and I remembered I stopped at the corner checking a restaurant over there. At that same corner, tourists surrounded, I knew that's the spot then I saw the manekin pis.... $%^&* $@
teeny tiny "manekin pis" just at that corner.....
Did you see the statue? It is in the middle of the photo, which is between bushes....
I walked around the city for couple more hours, I went to bookstore and bought a children book, in French of course, and couple of postcards with Nicolas and TinTin, because I love postcards and those are the famous characters in Belgium. I found the Chinatown, which you will always see that area unexpectedly, because its always around the centrum. Then I was hungry again, I only had a waffle from street van the whole day. I tried to walked back to the area that full of restaurants for tourists and have some mussels, then I would say the trip to Brussels will be no regrets at all.
When I found the street restaurants, it had passed like an hour since I started feel hungry. They have server outside the restaurants and try to get clients in, so they are so good to talk people in with free champagne, and served whatever we like. I was almost steped into a restaurant of what they said, but suddenly I saw the restaurant was nearly empty, I knew it's not right to get in. Therefore, I walked into a restaurant which was no one outside buy inside was packed. I told them I was one, waited like 5 minutes, then I got a table.
The dinner was quite interesting because the people sitting next to me. For the first two hours, I was taught by a local lady what to order, what kind of beer to go with mussels, how to eat mussels with mussel shell and talked once in awhile during the dinner time.... She told me I made a good choice to come to this restaurant, because this is the only traditional Belgium restaurant on this street, the rest of them are owned by Moroccan. She was delightful, friendly and funny while talking to me and her friend, who is from San Francisco; unlike the bad experience I encountered the day before.
Nice lady who speaks not only French but also good English... Thanks to you!!
Look what I ordered at the restaurant, totally 老饕水準... and the white beer, excellent!!
After she and her friend left, there was an old lady seated next to me. She kept talking to me in French for awhile, then I realized she really wanted to talk, so I told her I can't speak French, however, a three hour long conversation started until the restaurant closed. My server, he is quite cute tho, kept asking me "are you ok?" seems that he felt I was bothered by the lady.... but actually, I had a pleasant night by just listening to her story for three hours...... lol
That's the British lady, we were the last two customers in the restaurant...
At the end, she took me to the hostel by taxi at midnight... incredible~~
I love the second day in Brussels, because I met two nice ladies and went to a good restaurant and got what I need to see and to eat over there, only not having a chance to meet up with Nicolas.....
photos: http://www.pixnet.net/album/nicoleyu1/13405141
I took the train to Brugge and transferred at Antwerp, during the 15 minutes waiting, I ran out off the station, took some photos and then rushed back to train station, arrived Brugge around 3pm. It was mixed rain and snow that afternoon, I did not plan to spend a night in Brugge so I just walked quickly around the city, tried to see the whole town in one afternoon. It was packed in the shopping streets, because they had discount in every store, unfortunately, I had no time for shopping.
It is absolutely the prettiest city that I've been to during the trip. It was tiny, yet has everything in the centrum, the river goes through, the architecture, the stores, the coffee shops (the real one unlike in Amsterdam), the restaurants.... I like it very much, althought I only stayed there for three hours, but it was quite enough. The only thing I regret was not having time to dine at one of the resturants here...
http://www.pixnet.net/album/nicoleyu1/13407446
On the train to Brussels, a father with three kids seated across me, the two little kids were so cute, around 3-5 yo, they played or fought or cried during the whole time, not a moment quiet down.
While I wondered which stop was mine that's near my hostel, a gentleman seated opposite me gave me advises and even showed me the way after we got off the train. He is a policeman, a high level like detective, not the one that needs to chase bad guys. After I checked in the hostel, Young Hostel of Van Gogh, my feet tried so hard telling me not to walk anymore, but I was unwillingly since I will only have one whole day tomorrow to visit the city, I did not think it's enough for the capital of Belgium. So I walked out, no direction, no specific sightsee that I needed to see.
But I would say that night out was a mistake, it gave me a bad impression of Brussels. It was a fucking cold day, nobody on the streets, I was hungry and can't find a restaurant that I felt comfortable to dine by myself. As I walked in one restaurant with lots of people in it after 2 hours, the lead 偷笑 at me, I had no idea why, but felt totally uncomfortable during the whole meal time. They don't have English menu, they speak only French, the clients were all look like gays... I did not know as if I walked in the wrong restaurant or what, but I did not care, cus I was so hungry, so I stayed and for as long as I can to rest my feet.
After I walked back to the hostel, I stayed at the bar for a while, chatted to a guy from British until midnight. I tried to get some sleep, but somehow, I can't open the door of my room. I was walking back and forth with the man from the hostel trying to open the door for me, but he realized that he did not have the key and he is newbie and he had no idea what to do... After two hours, I was tired of everything and fell asleep on a sofa at the bar, he woke me up said he knocked the window and asked one of my roommate to open the door.... I got in at 2:30am and then slept through till noon the next day.
Since I had a bad experience the day before, and my feet hurt so much, so I did not care where will I go the next day, just need to go to the biggest museum and see the manekin pis, that's all I need to see in Brussels.... and I did. I spent the whole afternoon walked around the Royal district and the Royal Museums of Fine Arts of Belgium, then back to centrum tried to take picture of Manekin pis. Somehow, after asked a couple of locals there, I walked into the same street that I walked last night and I remembered I stopped at the corner checking a restaurant over there. At that same corner, tourists surrounded, I knew that's the spot then I saw the manekin pis.... $%^&* $@
teeny tiny "manekin pis" just at that corner.....
Did you see the statue? It is in the middle of the photo, which is between bushes....
I walked around the city for couple more hours, I went to bookstore and bought a children book, in French of course, and couple of postcards with Nicolas and TinTin, because I love postcards and those are the famous characters in Belgium. I found the Chinatown, which you will always see that area unexpectedly, because its always around the centrum. Then I was hungry again, I only had a waffle from street van the whole day. I tried to walked back to the area that full of restaurants for tourists and have some mussels, then I would say the trip to Brussels will be no regrets at all.
When I found the street restaurants, it had passed like an hour since I started feel hungry. They have server outside the restaurants and try to get clients in, so they are so good to talk people in with free champagne, and served whatever we like. I was almost steped into a restaurant of what they said, but suddenly I saw the restaurant was nearly empty, I knew it's not right to get in. Therefore, I walked into a restaurant which was no one outside buy inside was packed. I told them I was one, waited like 5 minutes, then I got a table.
The dinner was quite interesting because the people sitting next to me. For the first two hours, I was taught by a local lady what to order, what kind of beer to go with mussels, how to eat mussels with mussel shell and talked once in awhile during the dinner time.... She told me I made a good choice to come to this restaurant, because this is the only traditional Belgium restaurant on this street, the rest of them are owned by Moroccan. She was delightful, friendly and funny while talking to me and her friend, who is from San Francisco; unlike the bad experience I encountered the day before.
Nice lady who speaks not only French but also good English... Thanks to you!!
Look what I ordered at the restaurant, totally 老饕水準... and the white beer, excellent!!
After she and her friend left, there was an old lady seated next to me. She kept talking to me in French for awhile, then I realized she really wanted to talk, so I told her I can't speak French, however, a three hour long conversation started until the restaurant closed. My server, he is quite cute tho, kept asking me "are you ok?" seems that he felt I was bothered by the lady.... but actually, I had a pleasant night by just listening to her story for three hours...... lol
That's the British lady, we were the last two customers in the restaurant...
At the end, she took me to the hostel by taxi at midnight... incredible~~
I love the second day in Brussels, because I met two nice ladies and went to a good restaurant and got what I need to see and to eat over there, only not having a chance to meet up with Nicolas.....
photos: http://www.pixnet.net/album/nicoleyu1/13405141
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