Brussels to London

Despite the best efforts of daylight saving and the clocks to confuse us, we set the alarm for 9am (sleep in, since we’d seen everything the previous day) and had showers, then went down to breakfast. Sundays are special at the B&B – we had coffee and croissants and pain au chocolat – mmmmmm! James and I packed up and went downstairs to fix up the bill with Cathy. Another guest was arriving, so we made a quick exit, and wandered down to Josaphat Park to see what was down there. We saw lots of birds (weird geese, a pigeon tower, and swans), some soggy grass, and a lake, but not a lot else. So we walked back up the street of the B&B, past the kissing sign (had to get a photo), and to the Bienfaiteurs tram stop (time for another silly photo in the mirror). A 25 tram thankfully came quite quickly, and we changed at Rogiers to a 3 to Gare du Midi. By now we were experts at where to go, so found our way to the Eurostar bit easily. We’d meant to get food, but ended up a little pushed for time, so made do with what we had.

We checked in, and had a short sit before boarding was called. We took a short cut up a travelator and found our carriage easily. I was on the window again, and this time the train was nearly empty. James listened to his mp3 player, and I wrote my diary and watched the world go by. The scenery wasn’t terribly impressive, but it was a nice journey. James and I set each other listening/watching homework – he has to listen to Abbey Road, and I have to listen to an assortment of modern stuff and an episode of Dr Who. We stopped at Lille, then again at Ashford International, and then we were at St Pancras. We made the dash for the underground, and caught the Piccadilly line to Hammersmith to watch (or stand near people who were watching) the Boat Race.