I either stay here in L’Orient Express the whole time then go back to the station and get my train to Koln/Berlin or I leave here for a couple of beers in Le Coin

I either stay here in L’Orient Express the whole time then go back to the station and get my train to Koln/Berlin, or I leave here for a couple of beers in Le Coin then come back. Oh I would love to have one of these young, busty, nubile curvy Belgian girls one day. Frankly my chance has gone. Camilla’s “I’m 21” still haunts me. The great miracle of my life—I’ve never seen a traffic accident in Brussels. The most f—ked up traffic of any city I have ever been to, I cannot believe I have never seen a collision between vehicles. This ice cold Jupiler is slipping down ridiculously easily, I don’t think I will be going anywhere else. Pissed as a newt I’ll board the train for Berlin, and arrive like a pickled onion 8 hours from now.

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