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Published: June 29th 2017
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I was up at 5am. Just 90 minutes until the 2013 AFL Grand Final. Scarf on, time to creep downstairs. I paid $15AUD to stream it online, turning out to be an excellent investment. It meant reliable high quality channel 7 coverage of not only the match, but pre and post match entertainment. On Berts large PC monitor, it was just as good as watching it at home. What a result! Premiers 2013! Go Hawks! It meant Id be exhausted for todays trip to Brugge, but it certainly was the best kind of exhausted.
All four of us set off for Brugge around noon. We stopped off at a clothes shop for Nele, before embarking on a walking tour of the city. It certainly was a pretty place; Historic, with cobblestone roads, arches, spires, cathedrals, churches, bridges and canals. It allegedly known as the 'Venice of the North.' Wait wasn't Amsterdam also known as that? Oh well, it was pretty none the less.
We stopped early afternoon at a food festival in Brugge, showcasing various samples of snacks and wines from esteemed local restaurants. Money for tokens, tokens for treats, that sort of thing. We sampled some potato and
truffles, croquettes and king crab related dishes along with wine. Delicious. Except for a horror offence when Bert tried to set his empty glass down on a public table. An small Asian guy with a purse found this offensive. 'You cant do that I'm drinking here.' Loser. The glass stayed. Well for about 30 seconds until a staff member cleared it, as she was charged to do at all tables. Who knows the psychological damage our purse wielding friend suffered during that 30 seconds. I hope it didn't ruin his day!
We continued on to explore more of the town. It was a warm afternoon, but that didn't stop me wearing my Hawthorn scarf. Today, nothing would. Brugge wasn't certainly treated to a lesson in fashion today. What could be more elegant than brown and gold? We stopped for an afternoon beer. Finally, a drink to toast Hawthorns glorious triumph, some 8 hours after the final siren. A great celebration deserved a great quality beer and St Bernardus Watou certainly fit the bill.
Dinner time then, but not before a disturbing visit to Berts home town. For they had to show us the wild kangaroo creature that lives there? A kangaroo? In
Belgium? No way! Yes way. Well, it was a wallaby, kept in someones yard on private property with a couple sheep and llamas for company. Not just that, but a trio of weird white albino mutant wallabies. Thats it. No idea how to explain it. Where they came from or how someone in Belgium can have them as pets I'm not sure.
Dinner was a fairly delicious affair, which is saying something for me, as I'm not really a fan of Chinese food. It was a feast too, a banquet that left plenty over to take home.
As if the day wasn't perfect enough, even Arsenal recorded a 2-1 away win against Swansea. What a year 2013 has been. This trip has been amazing, and now I can go into the last leg with the satisfaction of Hawthorn being Champions for 2013. Tomorrow we say goodbye to Bert and Nele and Belgium. We have an 11.15pm bus trip to Copenhagen to look forward to.
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