Early start again, our bags were collected from our rooms at 6.45am, boarding our bus at 8.15am. As we drove through the French countryside, past the grain fields where various WW1 battles had been fought, we could see how flat the landscape is. I felt sadness for the terrible destruction and the brave courage which had endured over this area. Not only WW!, WW2 but even Waterloo and probably heaps of others I don't know of.
The bus brought us into Brussels through pretty average backstreets. I really had no idea of what we would find once we stopped, however when we walked into the main market square and through to another great opening bordered by histortic buildings we were pleased we stopped here for lunch and a discovery walk. Brussels, the home of yummy chocolate and lace houses. The bus we were travelling on was only 1 year old but there were windsceen wipers were not working. As rain was expected on our trip from Brussels to Amsterdam, the wipers were needed to be repaired. So, our 1 hour stop over turned into 5 hours, making our arrival into Amsterdam at 9pm.
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