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Ghent and the Moments of Fuuuuu!

During my very last week in Belgium, as my stay in the monastery was coming to a close, I realised there was still one place I needed to visit before I left. Ghent.

Ghent is an incredibly old city in the Flanders part of Belgium. By the 1300s it was the second largest city in Europe after Paris and today continues to thrive as one of Belgium’s best kept secrets. It’s home to students, artists, musicians and anyone you can label as “alternative”. You know a city’s pretty trend when there are vegetarian restaurants everywhere and a queue outside a place that only sells soup!

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Is This My Sweat or Yours?

I hadn’t been to a gig since The Story So Far played at Whammy bar back in February (so long ago!!). So I was super pumped to get my dance on to a fantastic line up of punkrock bands, barely 20mins drive from the monastery. Yup, Groezrock was finally here!!

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Every tooth is sweet

I don’t think anyone can love sugar like the Europeans. Not even close.
I’m living with a group of people in Belgium right now (more to come on that later…) and I have never seen anything quite like their dietary habits. No matter how healthy it starts, dinner is always finished with a generous dollop of chocolate spread or “choco” that coats every inch of bread in a thick, sticky goo. Parents back home wouldn’t even let their kids eat as much syrupy sucrose as these grown adults chow down on.
Yesterday we had pancakes, the thin crepe type, and the only topping supplied was sugar. One by one the adults lined up to scoop one, two, three dessert spoons of sugar onto one thin pancake, roll it up and dig in. You could hear the crunch from the countless granules like sand ground under a shovel.

Now I like sweets just as much as the next person, but let’s not get carried away. While they’re fighting for the last of the nutella I’ll take an extra helping of bread and cheese thanks!

Bienvenue à Bruxelles!

What a week, I can’t believe I’m on the complete other side of this entire planet! Western Europe is about as far from New Zealand as you can get, but it doesn’t feel it. Although I do still have giant bruises from my two day plane ride… what did they do to me?

I’m in Brussels (Belgium), in the most amazing hostel (The Meininger) and I can’t sleep. So here’s what’s been happening so far:

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