Thursday: In Brugge(één)

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The Burg/Haus beautiful but the corporate crap littered about it means nothing to me. Slaves from/to China selling waffles, phoney dog pooh, chocolate and lace.

Banana and Smoothie from a supermarkt just to keep me balanced and allow me to work this bad back ache out. Via Ypres I'm heading to Nijmegen. Once I am remunerated on 23rd I will walk because I might need woollen clothes to unbridle my passions.

Brugse Zot De Halve Maan is my goal this mid morning.

In 'I love Coffee' the proprietor blends and roasts himself without a smirk(though the concept is boxfresh and cleansed to deeply); the amount of caffeine in coffee beans is said to be the same whether green, brown or roasted. The coffee was necessary yet maybe not too crème.

On Sint Jakobsstraat I find mention of pilgrims GR 5A and felt another tear forming, but this time the door is locked.

Found you. So a bit of mindless walking listening impromptu to ACIM brought me to Walplein and a follower leading me. When in Brugge go where the wort is. Well I saw no chimney so this is a miracle the Flemish had a hand in. So close to Lybeer I could groan!

And I thought Phil Handley was a giant. Move over David for this is Goliath! Size 17 I guess! Where must he shoppe?

Finish Beef Stew, not quite done long enough(gelatinous fat not eased away)  and plenty bread to wipe the platter before a Zot dubbel. A shower(first since Monday)? Siesta? Good call after traipsing over such gem like charms.

Location: Lybeer Travellers' hostel, Korte Vuldersstraat 31, Bruges

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