This won't be my finest piece of work, I'm afraid. No pictures, no narrative, no description. Why post at all, I hear you ask. Simple. Drink, Internet access and enforced leisure have coincided, and we all know what a heady mixture that is..
Met Stan in Huy after a depressingly tough day's cycling. I can't be bothered to go into the deterioration in the relationship between my GPS and me, but trust me, I'm the innocent party here.
Anyway, the central theme since has had a thread, no, a river of drink running through it, plus excellent food. I'm seeking help here... What do I do next, stay here forever, or say farewell to fun and hit the road again? In the meantime, mine's a large one.
Love you all, no, honestly... I really love you
In Bourlers, Belgium, for the carpers who have complained of lack of detail.
Met Stan in Huy after a depressingly tough day's cycling. I can't be bothered to go into the deterioration in the relationship between my GPS and me, but trust me, I'm the innocent party here.
Anyway, the central theme since has had a thread, no, a river of drink running through it, plus excellent food. I'm seeking help here... What do I do next, stay here forever, or say farewell to fun and hit the road again? In the meantime, mine's a large one.
Love you all, no, honestly... I really love you
In Bourlers, Belgium, for the carpers who have complained of lack of detail.
Still recovering from the excesses, or have you moved on?
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