Eurostar

Eurostar.

Up early, planning to walk to St Pancreas. In the end we caught a cab, and just as well, as it was a busy bunfight just getting on board. We ended up not able to see out much, but there was not a lot to see.  At Brussells the fun began as we we arrived the southern station, so I parked Rose on a seat and went madly searching for the next train.  At the Northern Station about half a k away.

Somehow I managed to buy some tickets and we got on a much grubbier train. My impression of Brussells is not good-unfriendly, dirty.

We had to change trains two times,  and the first change allowed us six minutes to find the next train.  Not enough apparently.  I tried to ring Ben who was to meet us in Breda, but he was on a motorway and I was in an echoing train station. Oh well, catch the next train in one hour.  

Much lugging of heavy suitcases up and downstairs and at last arrive in Breda.

Ben has assumed we had missed a connection and is there on the platform.

Off to Parc de Keivit, which is a holiday camp with smallish houses.  While his house is not huge it is spacious enough and his section is a large 800 sq m. The pic above is of the Parc de Keivit- the houses are hidden by the trees.

Pine trees everywhere, and he has a small pond with goldfish and frogs. Squirrels can be seen ripping up and down the pine trees.

This is a small cafe in Baarle-Nassau, nearby to Parc de Keivit where we had breakfast....nice!

The next day, off to Eindhoven for a day trip.  Hard to describe in words the countryside, and the city centre.  Safe to say not a lot like NZ. Pictures say it best. This is Eindhoven:

Saturday, off to Amsterdam, via Leiden. Sitting on a canal tourist boat right now.  Glass roof, about 40 deg in here. Moving now,  yay!

Well, who would have thought Amsterdam would have canals from one end to the other?