We unloaded her and packed everything in the rain. Then we ride across Britain in the rain and cold. We made the eurotunnel train by 1.30 and rode into the carriage. It was a spin out. 
When we got out at Calais there was s huge protest going on with roads closed and police everywhere. We got the hell out of dodge. We smashed up the coast into Belgium and arrived in our hotel in Bruges what a joint. We walked to the piazza and had dinner. I ordered a beer. Just asked for a local brew. The beer came in a 1/2 yard glass. When I finished it I was half cut. I asked the guy the alcohol content. 7%. 
Mmm where are the Belgian waffles in this bloody menu.
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