Would be good if I could RESIST returning to Brussels until my end of year Vienna trip, to enable me to save up a pot of money for that, as that is a more expensive journey. My boredom in London can be relieved if I do take out storage space and use my days off to start moving my stuff into there. I do wonder if it was my anxiety to start this that stopped me from feeling in the mood for anything while in Brussels. And maybe even my craving to have my own little nest again; completely alone.
I can’t stand giggling; I can’t stand people, usually girls, who giggle. Especially when they giggle at the same time as talking. A more irritating noise does not exist.
I cannot help thinking as soon as I get home I will be seeing if I can get some more Snap tickets to come back again. What a pleasure it is if you can get two seats to yourself. What a difference it makes. To be able to get a £50 return Eurostar ticket to Brussels (or Paris) at short notice is amazing. Bravo Eurostar. To think my train left St Pancras at 304 Monday afternoon and I was in my hotel room at 640 exactly, which allowing for the hour time difference is a journey time of 2 hours 36 minutes from St Pancras to my hotel room—not bad is it? And that includes rush hour Brussels traffic! And my hotel room is just 41,28 euros a night; even with the disastrous post-Brexit exchange rate that is still just £37 a night in my favourite hotel! How can one NOT keep coming back to Brussels?
So yes a strangely muted and pointless trip to Brussels; but sitting in the Max lounge for one last Red Bull and beer, I felt sad to be leaving. On my return I would like to check out that “steampunk” bar by the Bourse, and the Palais d’Egmont “deconstruction” by street artists, and of course the Rue de Livourne at night. I would like to see Inna again in Fifth Avenue, and Mariana again in Rue d’Aerschot. The two Cine Paris films last night were a bit dull, Prison and Brigitte du Boi; I couldn’t even get an erection. Always a bad sign when you can’t get an erection in a porn cinema. There was a young man and woman behind the counter with the manager and I thought oh no, don’t say I’ve missed a live show because she is gorgeous! But it turned out they were the cleaners just about to get started. When I think they are there for sex, they turn out to be cleaners; when I think they are cleaners, they turn out to be offering sex. The girl, however, was so cute, pretty much the sexiest thing I’d seen on the whole trip. When I went back for a second beer the manager was not there, so she shyly hurried behind the counter and served me herself, with a sexy shy smile. It was her I was thinking about when I woke this morning.
Amazing. Just as I hoped, even though the £25 Snap ticket does not allow you to choose your seat, on boarding the train I found my favourite seats at back of the carriage were free (from Brussels to Lille at least) so I could move into my favourite seats. Who knows, maybe even on the outward journey if I’d bothered to look I could have done this as well. Space to spread out a little at least. That might explain why when I book my normal Eurostar tickets and am choosing my seat, the whole centre of every carriage appears fully booked but when you get on the train it is not full; perhaps they keep all the central seats reserved for Snappers. A grey cool Brussels morning as we head for home.