this marks the end of my rest here in antwerp(almost).
and this is the part i dislike the most. packing. my things are all over the place.
today was tiring. woke up, did online check-in, took a shower, went upstairs, left for lunch, then right after lunch we drove to oostende or something like that, nice beach, stopped for a drink, drove to brugge, beautiful old city, stopped for some kriek and some crepes, drove to gent, walked round the fortress, went to Amadeus for their famous all-you-can-eat ribs, and drove back here. and i'm supposed to be packing. my train to amsterdam leaves at 7.59am.
and i will have this question haunting me for the next.. few weeks or so. "why does he lick
across his cigarette before he lights it?" (it's not as disgusting as it sounds. it's just a quick lick.) and i figured it's not something you can casually ask someone. so i didn't ask. and that is why it'll be haunting me. so if someone knows the answer, please enlighten me.
The fortress at Gent. Andreas, me and daddy.
At Avara's birthday party. (avara's not in this pic though)
OK. Daddy's bugging me to start packing now.
in a while, crocodile.
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