So Belgique, So Chic

We took our first trip on the Eurostar this weekend. A very, very fast train that makes your eardrums pop. We were in Brussels, the capital of Belgium in no time. Brussels is also the capital of the European Union, so lots of very important buildings are here.

Belgium has two national languages, being French and Dutch, so all signs are in both languages. Though in Brussels, it is predominantly French that is spoken, so my rusty French got a good workout.

We checked into our hotel, which was very posh and the most central to the city of any hotel we have ever stayed in.

They have this thing in European cities in the summer months that we don't tend to get in London. It's a foreign concept known as 'sun' and 'hot weather'. Fortunately at the last minute I decided to pack some t-shirts and sunblock.

The city is small and very picturesque and easy to navigate around for sightseeing.

We didn't go too crazy with the frites, waffles, chocolate and beer. Though we did have the most amazing waffles for breakfast this morning. You could smell this little place for ages and it always had massive queues - but it was worth it.

We were recommended to go and see the 'Potato Museum', apparently the only one of it's kind in the world. Unfortunately we didn't have enough time, so we missed out on that little gem.

We did manage to catch a bit of the Olympic rowing live on TV (broadcast unfortunately by BBC) and saw the boys take gold and silver. The rowing event where we got silver, the poms won gold. The commentator was recommending we scream at the TV to support our country. I think that was intended for the British audience, but don't worry, we were barracking for our Aussie boys, probably annoying the people in the adjacent hotel rooms!

They could then probably hear me swearing at the TV when this English ponce who won gold had his turn to speak to the media. Being a typical good sport, all he said was something slagging off the Aussies. What a twat. At least our blokes look like honed, tanned athletes not podgy, pasty little dumplings about to have a coronary.

These Olympics have made me very patriotic. It has also made me realise that the British media really does have a chip on it's shoulder when it comes to Aussies and sport. Sore losers.