So. Today is a pretty special day. I have breakfast in Amsterdam, lunch in Brugge, afternoon tea on the English Channel (after boarding the ferry in Calais, France), and dinner in London! It's not every day I can say that hey, I've been in four countries today!
I wake up late, so breakfast is rushed, and I help myself to a couple of packets of Hagelslag for snacking later on. I wish we had time to visit the famed Tulip fields, but oh well, that's something I can look forward to the next time I'm here ;-) We stop at Brugge, which is the last of those rushed lunches. It's about 40 minutes in total walking in and out of Brugge, and we get an hour for lunch and sightseeing. Blerghh. Libby and I get some waffles (when in Belgium...), look around and get back to our meeting point, loaded with chocolate.
Our next stop is Calais, where we are to board the ferry to go to England. I have (more than) half a mind to run away and go to Paris. Hah, if only! Anyway, back to reality, the Topdeck family says a teary goodbye to Krysz and gets on the ferry. It's sadder than I thought, to watch him and the Topdeck bus driving away. But at least Marta will see us through to London. Man, I hate goodbyes.
Our first sighting of the famous English countryside are the stunning white cliffs of Dover. I wasn't aware that the ferry lands in Dover, so it's a pleasant surprise. I've always wanted to see those cliffs. Once off the ferry (which is posher than I thought, complete with a duty free shop), we get on another bus, but this one is not as nice as our Topdeck coach. The seats are uncomfortable. It's hot. Libby is very sick, and doesn't feel like swapping her window seat. We're no longer in Europe. The bus stinks like someone pooped a week's worth of poop in there. Everything is poopy.
Admidst this hullabaloo, we land in good ol' London-town. More hugs and goodbyes are in order, and everyone scatters to find their hotel. A few of the Topdeckers are staying in Earls Court like us, and decide to meet up for dinner. Dinner is a hearty Cauliflower soup (which I never in a million years thought I'd like, but it's actually pretty good) counterbalanced with a big glass of Coke and a nice conversation with a couple from Australia who are high school sweethearts.
Aaand we're pretty pooped (hah!) so it's time for bed soon after.
I wake up late, so breakfast is rushed, and I help myself to a couple of packets of Hagelslag for snacking later on. I wish we had time to visit the famed Tulip fields, but oh well, that's something I can look forward to the next time I'm here ;-) We stop at Brugge, which is the last of those rushed lunches. It's about 40 minutes in total walking in and out of Brugge, and we get an hour for lunch and sightseeing. Blerghh. Libby and I get some waffles (when in Belgium...), look around and get back to our meeting point, loaded with chocolate.
Our next stop is Calais, where we are to board the ferry to go to England. I have (more than) half a mind to run away and go to Paris. Hah, if only! Anyway, back to reality, the Topdeck family says a teary goodbye to Krysz and gets on the ferry. It's sadder than I thought, to watch him and the Topdeck bus driving away. But at least Marta will see us through to London. Man, I hate goodbyes.
Our first sighting of the famous English countryside are the stunning white cliffs of Dover. I wasn't aware that the ferry lands in Dover, so it's a pleasant surprise. I've always wanted to see those cliffs. Once off the ferry (which is posher than I thought, complete with a duty free shop), we get on another bus, but this one is not as nice as our Topdeck coach. The seats are uncomfortable. It's hot. Libby is very sick, and doesn't feel like swapping her window seat. We're no longer in Europe. The bus stinks like someone pooped a week's worth of poop in there. Everything is poopy.
Admidst this hullabaloo, we land in good ol' London-town. More hugs and goodbyes are in order, and everyone scatters to find their hotel. A few of the Topdeckers are staying in Earls Court like us, and decide to meet up for dinner. Dinner is a hearty Cauliflower soup (which I never in a million years thought I'd like, but it's actually pretty good) counterbalanced with a big glass of Coke and a nice conversation with a couple from Australia who are high school sweethearts.
Aaand we're pretty pooped (hah!) so it's time for bed soon after.
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