Bruxelles

It was freezing. We drank beer and ate waffles. Kieron tried all the strange oaky, smoky beers and really loved Gueuze which tasted like vomit, I kid you not look it up, while I stuck to good old Kriek and lager.

This city was my home for 9 months a few years back and even though I knew it was the same city it felt strange. Everything felt a bit different like looking at mirror images: almost there but not quite right. The fries were just as good as they were back then though, maybe even better.

Was nice to experience the city beyond the bars and clubs I used to visit religiously. Although Brussels is known for its comics, visiting the comic strip center I was more intrigued by the building itself. An art nouveau masterpiece that used to be a fabric shop. Unbelievable.