And with each can of Jupiler I finish off I become more tempted to stay—till Sunday at least, 2 more nights. Going home Sunday would set me back another £189 at least, not including spending money. There is not even anything in Brussels particularly to stay for, except it is less boring than London. And the feeling I have lived “within myself” on this 3 night trip and there is no point travelling if you are going to live “within yourself”. I’ve been so cautious and restrained, it has been pointless. NOW you hear the Jupiler talking. The Jupiler attempts to override my sub-conscious. An epic battle taking place within me—the beer vs my sub-conscious. This imminent last visit to 5th Avenue may be the deciding factor.