The Crash

To get to the Bauhaus hostel I had to take bus 6 or 16. But without any Belgian Francs for a ticket, I headed toward downtown till I found a change office and exchanged my Gilligans for Belgian Fries. (we have been making up our own names for the currency's: Guilders=Gilligans, Francs=Fries) Somehow the Belgian Francs have become inflated or whatever so that $1=f45. So I now had f4040 in two notes and two coins. It's a weird feeling holding a note with such a high figure on it.

Not long after taking a bus way out and around a shorter distance I could have walked, I made it to the hostel and paid f1200 for four nights.

I overheard two girls talking about going to Ansterdam and gave them my Gilligans that the change office wouldn't take. They turned out to be sisters, Kasan and Hailey (Vancouver, B.C.), who had been traveling for a few months and had two weeks left.

We, along with three Aussies, had dinner (the food here is incredible; more than you can eat fresh salads for ~$6) and 6 or 7 pints of belgium's finest (~$1.50) at the hostel.

After we were perfectly seasoned, we headed to a great bar with a great name: The Crash thecrash.be. Empty red Juilper beer cans [2] glued in perfect lines across the celing and the hanging lights randomly flickered as if it had faulty wiring. Pieter , the bartender was a really nice guy. [he won] [cool scrolling message board] [1] [cool metal rockers from Madrid]

I met some Brugians, with incredible foozeball skills. They were all between 16-19 and the guys had dressed in drag to get cheap drinks for ladies night. They were very proud of Belgium's over 500 beers. They made sure that I tried their favorites. I protested that I'd already had six beers, but they scoffed saying that 20 beers was a average night as they handed me a Duvel, the equivalent of a Sierra Nevada Pale Bock.

I came to Brugge for two days, little did I know that I'd be staying for a bit longer and haunting this place quite a few more times.

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