We were in London near Portobello Road, like in "Bedknobs and Broomsticks", ya know. We ate various cream-filled pastries the night after sampling cocktails served up by Rose - Hemingways, and other concoctions.
This and that. We saw the handwritten lyrics to Day Tripper and also Codex Sinaticus from AD 4c.-ish.
We found a train and rode it under the sea with fishes and then popped back up in France then Belgium. We comendered a choo choo to Brugge. It is still in Belgium. They have swans and love water, chocolate made from Cuban cigars and Buddha/ginger.
We rented bikes and rode up and down windmills with our friends St Bernardus, Rochfort and Westmalle.
Dubbel, triple and 5 times up windmills to the restaurant, where a belgian/floridian could not control his bow wow and the waitress was terrified and threw my lasanga into the air and it broke into 5 billion pieces to the moon.
I wanted to lick it up, but the doggie did and i drank a beers.
Later we slept, but not until we crossed a bridge and a nunnary and got lost in the woods. (scary)
sleep
then a beer/church/pommes frites/waffle tour through town and the world cup didn't stop for us or our bikes the first or second day.
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