17: Letter #1
Pimps and Pimpetts,
What is going on! It's your boy C Field hitting you all up from Gent,
Belgium. First things first, if you're getting emails from both Mike
you're better off just deleting his, mine will be better :) just
Rolled in here this morning, on our way to Brugge, coming from Brussels.
We landed in London at about 9 am Thursday morning and everything
has pretty much been non-stop since. We were greeted in the line
for customs by the most amazing case of Brit-tooth you could possibly
imagine. This women had front teeth that pointed directly at me
when she turned around to look down the line. Needless to say, I
almost lost it.
Anyways, London was pretty cool, after unloading our 30-pound backpacks
the hostel we hit the streets and proceeded to walk around for about 4
half hours. After a sleepless night on a plane, one row behind 6
has-beens and numerous hours of exploration with the walking tour book
as Mike, we finally got some rest, but not before taking in some fine
ales (warm as you warned Ryan). We were done with London after that,
too expensive and there's so much more to see elsewhere.
We cruised across the channel on a ferry, thought we were going to take
train, but they definitely fooled us. We're rolling towards the train
entrance, but the bus takes a quick left and drives right onto the back
the ferry, ok, cool.
Brussels was the next stop. We unloaded around 6 am, just in time to
Belgiun prostitute get dropped off, and then picked right back up.
to be kind of a theme for the morning as we couldn't find a hostel to
our lives. Instead we walked around Brussels' red-light district and
stared at by transvestite hookers sitting in windows, not knowing we
Mike Guilbart, so we wouldn't be paying for anything. We did come
kid asking for rolling papers (weed was decriminalized there in 94),
that conversation didn't last long. We could tell we weren't getting
anywhere as he just kinda sat there and smiled up at us, baring his
ridiculously tobacco stained teeth and reciting the 6 words he knew in
english as if they were a poem to him.
yeah, Brussels was decent, not too much to do other than look at
the "Manequin Pis," a world famous
fountain/statue of a small boy pissing all over the sidewalk. I
was jealous, I can't lie, delirious too. For the second time in
the four days we'd been here, we hadn't slept, and it definitely
took it's toll on us. At any given moment Mike would break out into
these hysterical laughs and whenever I was opening my mouth, complete
giberish was coming out. Well worth it though.
Anyways, enough of our itinerary, overall we're both having a blast.
is a kick-ass city, cobblestone streets, tons of 15th century churches,
a castle with a moat. We're heading up to Brugge this afternoon, it's
supposed to be the Naples of the north, I can't wait.
After that we're going to head south, maybe rent a house for a week in
Italy, from a guy we met a couple nights ago. He said it would only be
euros for a week, and pending it's not a dump, we may do it.
it's on the beach, near the city Pisa. Also plan on getting down to
for a couple days before getting back up to Amsterdam to meet Bassam
fucking wait man).
I hope everyone is doing well, I miss all of you...except Russo. Ryan,
Mike...pet Meadow [our dog] for me please, I miss her too