Brugge was overflowing with tourists. Yeah yeah, I know we're not exactly locals but give me a break. It wasn't like this last time we visited. It's a pretty place though. It is also full of gorgeous women on pushbikes. Even Catherine had to admit I wasn't just been a pest - some of the residents are stunning.
We had a bit of a wander and settled on a little tea room. Not wanting to spoil the P&O feast that lay ahead of us, I plumped for a simple waffle with ice cream. Catherine had a liquid lunch.
We tipped our waitress all remaining Euro shrapnel from the kitty, which I think amused her more than annoyed her. We then saddled up and departed Brugge for the return ferry.
There were loads of bikes on this return leg. There were only four on the outbound crossing, but the bulkhead was rammed this time. We squeezed into the penultimate bike place and a Belgian couple behind us completed the jigsaw.
Forget what I said last week about P&O finally getting their act together with ratchet straps. This was old school blue rope. I had brought a hefty ratchet strap out with me but thinking it was unnecessary dead weight, Steve and Michelle threw it in the boot of their car and brought it back home. We were returning on the Pride of York. Maybe only one of their boats has ratchet straps or maybe they're only available on the elevated platforms and not the bulkhead. I dunno. I'd appreciate confirmation though.
There was a huge group of Belgian bikers on board. They were heading to Thirsk on old Nortons for a bike rally. Thankfully they were in hotels and not camping because the weather back home looks grim.
Time for a quick shower before hitting the bar. I must have been the only person using hot water at the time because the shower was powerful enought to strip skin. I also managed to flood the bathroom floor. It's more of a wetroom so eventually drained away.
After a decent pint of Hoegaarden, we hit the buffet. Top marks all round yet again for P&O catering. I polished off two very nice main courses. Catherine finished off with a huge piece of steamed pudding. And despite been adamant that she really couldn't face it, she also attacked the cheese counter.
The entertainment in the bar was classic. Think Vic and Bob club style cabaret. When she started her rendition of 'Sex on Fire', I really couldn't place it. Despite the fact that she anounced the song before starting. Amy Winehouse would be turning in her grave over her butchering of 'Rehab'.
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