A MIND COMPLETELY BITTEN BY THE SERPENT OF SEX "You may think that the Grand Tour is about politics, & culture, & art, and you would be quite right; but it is also about gambling, and drinking, and sex. Particularly sex."
Eurostar Monday would be £79.50 plus £79.50 total £159. Too much. For so short a stay. Three days off the following week. That would be £124. Wait for next Snap offer perhaps. And payday in July. I have got hot weather in London pubs and Tina to enjoy.
Off the Eurostar, bag in locker (4,50) and in L’Orient Express by 12.29. My Berlin train leaves at 225pm. My first beer of this trip. Ice cold Jupiler (25cl, 1,80). Incredible. I literally just came out of the station and crossed the road in the heat and blazing sunshine. Now sipping my first beer, it is lashing down with rain, from dark skies. That came out of nowhere. Ah, the glory of Brussels in the rain! The usual gorgeous curvy nubile girls in Midi. Gorgeous big blonde girl passing my window now. Big girls. Bust spilling over top of low cut black top. My favourite roll shop in the station, Panos, was closed, for refurbishment I think. I felt almost drunk on the Eurostar, though I had no drink before leaving St Pancras; I was more dizzy with anticipation and excitement at being on my way to Berlin. 33cl 2,30. 1245 already, that is how the time flies by. I really thought I could go all the way up to Cine Paris for a while.
I am becoming dangerously stimulated now. Today was really the first day of it. I realised I have only dipped my toes in the water of what is possible sex-wise, even in the last 2½ years. I have barely scratched the surface. I should have stayed so much more in Cine Paris, even with awful American films. Something always made me reticent, not wanting to. I hope I can rediscover rampancy at least now summer is coming. And the £25 Eurostar tickets COULD be a game-changer. Thinking a lot about Zinip at the end of Rue d’Aerschot today. I am so randy now. Still February 9th since I last had sex. Ohhhhhh I cannot wait till I arrive in Kanthotel Berlin late on 13th June. However bad Sissi, Monte Carlo and 77 are, they are still better than nothing.
In Brussels the only really dangerous place I go is Midi Station and in future I will make a point of getting off Eurostar and leaving the station by the nearest exit as fast as possible. No more queuing up in Panos. Leave via the first side exit and walk around the corner to get to Ibis or taxi. Stay out of the Ibis bar, and after that I am pretty much away from the danger areas, apart from the Brussels Grill window.
So I got the 204pm to Brussels and 8am coming back, £49.50 going and £29 coming back, but with voucher comes down to £53.50. Get home from work sleep from 930 to 1130, 12 midday to Charing Cross, bus to King’s Cross by 130 for sure.
Need to start thinking about booking the April Eurostar, and DB tickets, and Brussels hotel, and Nuremberg hotel, and Frankfurt hotel, and Vienna hotel; christ it is going to be a massive expenditure even before I get there. At least going to Berlin I can do it all in one day. Vienna involves an extra TWO days for stopovers. But for Cafe Westend. I should try that big bottom girl in Manhattan perhaps. And Lilly finally??
As I suspected this is one of the busiest Eurostars I’ve ever been on. Note to self—don’t return home Sunday morning in future. The taxi took me down a route I’d never been before: straight down the Rue Royale past the old Museum of Modern Art (now the Magritte and Fin de Siecle etc); I didn’t realise if you carry on down this road it also takes you straight past the Cathedral and straight up to my Holy of Holies, the Justice Palace. Largest building built anywhere in the world in the 19th Century and visible from just about everywhere in Brussels. As always the eternal question, why did such a small country as Belgium and small city as Brussels feel the need to build such a massive Justice Palace? What sins and guilts did they feel they needed to expunge from their souls? It sits on the edge of the great cliff cutting Brussels in two, like the great rift valley in Mexico said to have been opened up the moment Jesus was crucified. From Place Louise down Boulevard de Waterloo, Rue de Russie, and through the middle of the Midi Sunday market to the station.