It rains on the zebra

but the stripes never wash away.
Brussels, Bruxelles, whatever you want to call it, is a very, very odd place; a lot of people refer to it as an ugly city but it isnt ugly, theres just an akward juxtaposition between old and new, an attempt to be modern via architecture and clubs with historic, medievel buildings scattered in between. I have not even seen the sun in two days here, a drab city, drab colours, good friets, and as I type this I notice the statue outside the window is made of very large bullet shells. I had this conversation with an Aussie bloke last night, company was a welcome relief to say the least. Cool kid, probably wont see him again, but it was nice to have someone to drink with! €2,00 pints of Maes, which I swear is the Belgian equivalent to PBR, goes down so smoothly qnd makes you so piss. It was a good night.
Dont take this personally, anyone, but Email is really hard, because typing is damn hard, and the internet costs money, and couchsurfing has not been going well and hostels cost money and you see how it goes. Plus I spent 2 nights in Amsterdam.
Amsterdam is a beautiful, fun, hip city, exactly as you can imagine it... There are a lot of coffee shops that dont sell coffee, and its nearly impossible to find a post office, and the police dont tell you where it is if you look like me. All I could find was a box for postcards. Sorry Zach, and Vic, and all the other people that wanted something... I sure as hell wouldnt take bubblegum on the train.
Anyways, time is running out, time to figure out where I am going next.