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Literally in Belgium

So after my long all night bus ride I spent a few days relaxing in Brussels.

Brussels came across as a less french and more clean version of Paris. I am not sure if that is a compliment.

I can’t remember too much about it, as I was bus lagged.

The highlight for me was the comic strip musuem.  Those wacky Belgians like their comic strips/books and cartoons.

I did meet a smurf, which was a highlight.

While there I found out my wife is a big fan of Moomin, which I’d never heard of before.  And I bought my first ever comic book, which was shit.  I thought it was going to be this cool sci fi shit, and it was just shit.  No wonder I usually wait for comic books to be filtered through hollywood before I get involved.

One thing I enjoyed was meeting up with one of my wife’s friends and getting involved in a proper Flemish vs French battle. This woman, nice as she was in every way, couldn’t go 3 sentences without bagging the French, and being that we were in Brussells, she had plenty of French shit to have a go at.

It was wonderful, it was like our own mini civil war, while we had Belgian waffles.  Anytime our waiter didn’t come over it was because he was French, and not because he was just so clearly a wanker no matter what nationality he was.

It made the waffles so much sweeter. Which caused a problem later in the day when I had a sugar crash.

While we were in belgium we also had to pick up our Eurostar tickets.  My wife was at one counter, I was at another, and just when I was to go up to the counter, she called me to hers, which we then found out was of no use to us at all.  So I missed my spot at the other counter, but I had given my deli number to another British couple who used it.  So when we came back they told us that for picking up tickets we didn’t have to wait for more than 2 minutes, which proved true.

Through one act of kindness from me, I’d saved myself 2 extra hours.  Although I won’t make it a habit.

In the two hours before I got bored and started taking pictures like this.

And this.

One of the cool things in Brussels was that they chucked their comic strip art straight up on the wall.

It makes a difference from the graffiti, which they had too, although not that much of. Not that I remember seeing one teenager the whole time I was there. They must hide them.

On one afternoon we had a bit of walk around Brussels, which seems to have no people after business hours.  I like a city you can walk around like it is in the middle of some apocalypse.

There was, as always, great words to take photos of.

That was Brussels, mostly.

I really don’t remember much of my time there, but Brussels was definitely cooler than being on a bus.

Nice place, but I don’t need to go back.

Anyone taking bets on one of these photos making the cover of an album?

June 9, 2010 Posted by Jrod | belgium | comic strips, photos | 6 Comments