Parked up in Brussels on a scorcher of a drive, no caning the whip as have a slight manifold blow & backup whip is in bits.
Sun on the bare feet is a little treat to be savoured.
Local brew, ice cold, from dodgeyest area in Europe I have ever been to.
Gangs of surly immigrant kids on every street corner.
So the Spits pics are on the previous page & we somehow managed to get out of Brussels at like 3 in the morning. Kwinten very kindly let me crash in the VW, this was awesome.
Next Morning after a trip to the local supermarket, a breakfast fit for a king.
Then onto Brussels with Kwinten travelling on the Vespa, he beat me, but hey, the traffic was shit, just like London.
Then it all went off, there was a ghetto tent for shade, which was nice.
If you see Kwinten skate you will be amazed.
Here below he is blasting in the bone shattering bowl.
Then overnight on the road, i love these warm nights & long days.
Next Stop Munster NRW.
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