As we come to the end of a few days in which I was able to relax and come to terms with England and Belgium’s terrific World Cup runs thus far, it’s time to take a look back at some of the other drinks that I have consumed during this World Cup. Some of them excellent, some of them bad.
For the final matches of Group H, I chose to take an extended lunch break in order to watch the first half at a nearby pub (Burns Hotel does not have televisions, as do none of the Samuel Smith’s pubs). On this occasion I chose The Old White Swan (part of the Nicholson’s chain) which is actually a collection of buildings, many of which originated during Tudor times. Despite the warm weather, I opted to go for the intriguing coconut milk stout!
Tomorrow morning I leave Belgium and head to England. In preparation, I am calmly devouring the remaining bottles of Belgian beer that I have acquired during my three weeks here. This blog post happens to be about one of them.
A stunning combination of having previously lived in and photographed the s*$& out of Ghent, a general indifference to taking lots of new photos, a camera that fairs poorly in darkly lit cafés, and questionable photography skills, has led to the vast majority of my photos from Ghent thus far being of inferior quality. But there’s something kind of punk and artsy about that, isn’t there?
Among my many visits in Ghent these past two weeks was a small drinking session with my second host brother Thibaud. For our third drink we were joined by Thibaud’s friend Henri, who just so happens to be my first host brother!
One week ago was my first night in Ghent, and I was invited to dinner with the family of my former Youth Exchange Officer, Dominique Delbeke. They also surprised me by inviting along my old school friend Claire Flanagan, which was a lovely surprise.
The dinner consisted of a delicious cheese fondue, and a few drinks, but the most blog worthy takeaway from the evening was the carton of Fristi that somehow got thrust upon me in joking fashion as the evening wound down. I promised to review it, so here we are.
My next day in Brussels, Tuesday 3 October, I took advantage of our friends’ lovely backyard by installing myself with two grocery store bought beers. The cats then did their part by installing themselves on wall and lawn respectively.