Brugge, Day Five

After breakfast (just juice for me, thanks) Margo made a trip to get more cash (we found many restaurants, and our hotel, didn't accept cards on the Maestro network like ours) and got me some Immodium at a pharmacy to clear me up. Sarah was feeling lousy and we braced ourselves for a hard day of travel with spiraling crabbiness, but it turned out much better than we feared.

We got some drinks while waiting for a Brussels train at the Brugge station. Then in Brussels Margo picked out some snacks for the Eurostar ride. We also passed this and Margo had to see it working so she bought a fruit smoothie.



Big deal, so a robotic tray fetches your food. You can see Margo doesn't get out much.

On the Eurostar we mostly thwarted crabbiness by spelling words on Sarah's Magna-doodle and using it to play Hangman.

Cabbing back to the Liverpool Street station, we had a few spare minutes to catch the 17:00 to Norwich, which may be the fastest train to Ipswich of the day because there are no stops before Ipswich. And I was pleased to have the appetite for solid food again, getting a sandwich from the deli car. Then it was great to be home again, more so once we got the heat going.