Ray: Bruges is a shithole
Ken: Bruges is not a shithole
Ray: Bruges IS a shithole
Ken: Ray, we’ve only just got off the fucking train. Could we reserve judgement on Bruges until we’ve seen the fucking place?
Ray: I know it’s gonna be a shithole
This dialogue is probably one of the many favorites from "In Bruges", which is why I decided to go and find out for myself how "Shithole" is the capital of West Flanders Bruges, which was very appealing to me.
To my mind, traveling is quite elastic, as you can expect it to become. It depends on who you are, what you like, what you care about, what you enjoy, what makes you happy and what your eyes can see. That is why we have often heard contradictory feedback about traveling to the same places. So it was in our case - there were plenty of "what to do in Bruges for more than a day", "everything is dead in the evening", but we had a complete consolidation that we would gladly add another 2 nights there.
I offer my version of Bruges.
Bruges is a city with no sun. For the first time I made such an assessment, because my character was always refreshed by the sun, but here it was the other way around - in so much gray sky and light, almost invisible rain with the mysterious and mystical Bruges, that the light brought on by the sun's rays seemed too much. Autumn is probably ideal for such weather, which is a bonus for its amazing colors.
I'm a lover of tranquility and small-scale towns, so Bruges was an ideal fit for me. So small in size that you can manage in one day: on all the tiles of caverns, step on all the little beloved bridges, smile and gaze at all the swans swimming in the canals, stare at all the colorful houses and decent buildings of medieval "brick Gothic", Protects. You can't drink all the beer, unfortunately. Too many, though, I would choose a home-made beer with 11.5% alcohol content, as if tourists were hiding in a bar on a narrow street by force.
There you will only be disturbed by the buzz of bicycle calls (with which, if you wish, you will also tune in). Bike hire is the best thing your mind can think of in Bruges, which would probably be in the best position on the matrix of price and happiness. Guaranteed baby happiness for 10 euros, all day. My recommendation is to migrate your bike to old wood mills.
A separate chapter should be devoted to perhaps local culinary attacks, with its regular participants being fries, chocolate, waffles and, of course, beer.
For fun and "what to do in the evening" ...“...
The main purpose of the trip for me is novelty - new places, new tastes, especially new people, their cultural characteristics and behaviors. Consequently, the time spent in the evening is a very important part of the trophy. The 2 days spent in Bruges proved to be fruitful in every way.
In the evening, because of the incredible tranquility and beauty of illuminated Bruges, you will surely think of it as a city where once you are a little older you will definitely be alone, though we haven't been forgotten for a second because, besides personal information, on the street leading to our hostel, We kept an eye on many bars and pubs.
Scheduled Spontaneity - When you know exactly that with an unmistakably apologetic and exciting energy in search of exciting news, you will surely do something unexpected and good. The first night, on our way home, we approached the bar with a banner displaying the inscription Revenge 88. In crowds we realized something was going on, but we were still puzzled when a slightly older man stopped us and invited us, according to a 70-year-old non-smoker. On the punk rock band Live, which would start in a few minutes . We promised to leave the items in the hostel and go back. Of course we did.
After a very exciting life, we went out into the community to go out and get in touch, and besides band musicians, we got to meet a group of British middle-aged men. After a couple of cups of talk, neither Brexit was a problem, and certainly not my brand transformation and Georgia oral presentation with the help of smartphone photos or videos and digital maps. At this time, the margin after which you become "annoying", to my friends, is a very easy one to cross, though it is so enjoyable to get to know mostly foreigners in foreign countries and watch their surprised faces find it difficult to get out of the host role. To further raise Georgia's awareness, I had a new "guest host" campaign kit for which I wanted to find the right owner.
The communication went on for a long time, but as it happens, there was a remarkably positive connection between us and one of the Brits, wearing a Pixies T-shirt and writing on his forehead, following our invitation to one day really get up and come to Georgia. Thanks to this factor and the Pixies, I decided to symbolize this connection and enter Craig's bracelet, which I told him was a necessary cross-border attribute, and with the assurance that when arriving with us, I would meet the host. In addition, the sobriety-eyed Khinkali is a guaranteed, end-of-life memoir about Georgia.
The last act to say goodbye to Bruges is, in my opinion, climbing its main tower. Standing in the queue until the hour before, in extreme humor, in the air, with Hangover escorting 366 steps, we found ourselves under one big call and 53 not so small calls playing different melodies against the backdrop of an impressive panoramic view. If you have seen the movie, you will have a bit of a role.
To sum up, Bruges most probably has this epithet - fabulous.
“Harry: It’s a fairytale town, isn’t it? How’s a fairytale town not somebody’s fucking thing? How can all those canals and bridges and cobbled streets and those churches, all that beautiful fucking fairytale stuff, how can that not be somebody’s fucking thing, eh?
Ken: What I think I meant to say was —
Harry: Is the swans still there?
Ken: Yeah, there’s swans…
Harry: How can fucking swans not fucking be somebody’s fucking thing, eh? How can that be?“
Author: Natalia Pirtskhalava