After stuffing myself full of steak tartare when we stopped in a small town for lunch en route to Belgium my stomach decided it wasn't terribly happy so I spent the day in Ypres and visiting the war memorials curled up in the back of the van a little worse for wear...
I was still struggling when we got to Bruges and as such didn't get to watch those cheating Italians win the world cup, though I did have Si coming back to the van every half hour to tell me what a great game I was missing..
The next day I had made a miraculous recovery as we hit the town and managed to stuff ourselves full of mussels and tasty belgian beer :-D
