Three days off to come! Four nights in Max will cost me an extra 48 euros as I thought. I will hold off, till I know what is happening at work, if anything. How amazing it would be to walk back in to Manhattan a dark cold January night in the New Year and see Adelina again; like it was last month the Monday night I arrived in Fifth Avenue and then Inna appeared and squeezed onto seat next to me to speak to man to my left, but her bottom was pressed up against my bottom, and I didn’t move and she neither. Then we went to room together. I think about those two a lot. I COULD GO TO BRUSSELS TODAY!!!!!
Check Eurostar for October 28.
I would travel out Saturday lunchtime, stay FOUR nights in Max, come back Wednesday afternoon. Eurostar looking like £84. Booking Max so far ahead makes it more expensive so expect bit extra to pay.
Of course the crazy thing is I can STILL go to Brussels! Jump on a 9am coach tomorrow if I want! Max just wrote to ask if I am wanting that room or not. I could go for Thursday, Friday, Saturday night! £25 Megabus and Eurostar back (already paid for). What is my cash situation. By going to Brussels I DELAY my need for a £46 train ticket! Expires tomorrow. And it is rainy tomorrow so nice time to travel.
Just saw my Max Hotel has won the Trip Advisor award for best Brussels hotel of the year—a framed photograph in the lobby; I was just about to complain about the foul smell coming from my drains in my bathroom but when I saw that I felt it would be too churlish of me so I kept quiet. A lovely little basic hotel, and at 41 euros—in August!—ridiculously cheap. For budget travellers, I cannot recommend the Max enough. The beer from the vending machine is ICE cold. What more need I say.
I feel so at home in the Max Hotel. I really could live here. If I was able to do that, I would be a happy man. Sadly, I do have to work in London—in a very lovely job. And yes the Cine Paris films have been crap again, the street girls have been crap again, the 5th Avenue girls are really crap, the Empire dancers are really crap—but it doesn’t matter; it is enough that these places exist. Finding the occasional diamond in these places is worth the wait. There was AMAZING quality in the Nuremberg windows and laufhauses and I did nothing with any of them. It is about finding places I feel comfortable, and I have that in Brussels. I will wait for the odd diamond to come to the surface; hopefully one day soon these jihadist losers will fade away and Brussels can really start to bloom & blossom again (erotically speaking). Berlin for me is dead, erotically speaking. When Stuttgarter Platz was wiped out, then for me Berlin was wiped out. The memories from those nights in Hanky Panky, Mon Cheri and Golden Gate in particular are so strong, so glorious. Munich for me is dead, erotically speaking, nothing on offer except 50 euro private dances! Waste of time and money. And Nuremberg I don’t think I will return to. So that leaves Brussels and Vienna. And from this week’s experience NOTE TO SELF—no more long train journeys in summer. So Brussels only for summer. Vienna can wait for winter.