I Started Something I Couldn't Finish

Right then - where were we?

After a short break back in the UK (losing elections, getting married - usual stuff) Lou and I are now back on the road as man and wife. And where better to kick-start another whoknowshowlong of globetrotting madness than... er... Belgium. Home of waffles, frites and mayo, bier, Tin Tin and Poirot. It's not exactly Russia I agree, but in it's own very Belgian way, it's been a pretty pleasant way to ease ourselves back into the travelling groove.

As we are camping for the European leg, home for our first two nights was in a camp-site tucked behind an evangelical church in central Brussels. The entrance, via a car park, was about as welcoming as an Ed Balls leadership direct mail, but the site itself was small, well equipped and pleasingly boho.

As for the city itself, we did what most people seemed to be doing, namely eating waffles, scoffing chips and may (from Antoinne's - truly sublime) and drank beer. We also got very wet in the appalling weather, and discovered that the Belgians actually won World War One courtesy of a military museum stuffed with more lifeless dummies than your average GC meeting (apols, non-Labour types).

And so, having eaten our body weight in lard, we find ourselves on a high speed train to Cologne, from where I'm typing this. As the Wi Fi will doubtless cut out just before I post it, I'll do it now.

(5 hours later)

Well, so much for the much vaunted German efficiency. The Wi Fi went down the moment we hit Cologne. Rats. Anyhow, said city is very lovely. In the few hours we've been here, we've drunk far too much beer, and seen an elderly man arrested for drug dealing outside by secret service agents in an unmarked BMW. I shit you not.

Tomorrow, after a whistle stop tour of the city, we are off to the beautiful Ahr Valley. See you there.

Cherio,

Luke and Louise

(posted by Luke)