As the Internet has been fixed – I am catching up on my adventure stories and travels.
As historical interpreters, we are encouraged to participate in ongoing learning activities, both on our own as well as opportunities provided by Veterans Affairs. Because the sites are operated everyday, the guide group split into two and we embarked on a Belgian road trip which cumulated in the Meningate Ceremony.
Beautiful weather, road snax and soda with breakfast greeted a group of very excited guides. How often do you (a) get to go on field trips as a grown up and (b) get paid for the fun? Answer – rarely !! Best job EVER!
We spent the day touring critical monuments and battle field sites, while taking turns interpreting the sites visited. It was a great chance to hear my fellow superstar guides in action.
The first site was a cemetery for soldiers from India, a dominion at the time of the ‘Great’ War.
My favorite site visited was the monument commemorating the darkest day in Australian military history, when more soldiers were killed in 24 hours than WW2, and all military involvement since all together. The monument shows a man carrying a fallen or wounded comrade. It is named for ‘buddy’, known in Australian parlance as ‘cobbers’.
We ended up in Ypres — for lunch then returned later for the Meningate ceremony.
The Cloth Hall in the square houses, among other things, the In Flanders Fields Museum – which is amazing !!
The displays were really amazing and terrifying – including a display of gas masks in floor to ceiling tubes that slowly filled with gas and a room with vintage footage paired with lights and a transparent floor that when lit up, revealed mannequins and barbed wire.
We continued the tour around the afternoon and returned to Ypres for the evening ceremony, the last post and to meet up with the other guides (who’d done the trip earlier that week)
Although I feel conflicted at times about the story of war that I share as a guide, the last post could move even the staunchest of peaceniks. Every single day since the end of World War One ended, there has been a musician to play the last post at 8pm in Ypres, at the gate. Surrounded by over 54,000 names of men of Commonwealth who have no known graves, and by the men of the London Regiment, I felt the squishy mixed up sense of pride – that men would sacrifice themselves for my freedom – and terror – that we still need soldiers after all these years. The Great War was the one to end them all.
After the ceremony was finished, myself, Colin, Becky and Lisette drove onwards to Brussels and beyond. Getting used to the GPS was a bit of a challenge, especially considering the hilarious roundabouts in Europe and surprise tunnels in Brussels. When we arrived, the hostel was already closed. Things were a bit tense when I spotted a hotel across the street. I figured it was worth a try but based on the chic European lobby, it was probably going to be too costly. I negotiated (in French and English) for two double rooms for 60€ each — SCORE! this was only 10€ more than the hostel and it included breakfast.
We quickly changed and headed out on the town. The bar we headed to was called Delirium and came highly recommended by our boss. With over 2000 beers and a really bumping song selection (think Reta circa 1998-2004 – The Offspring, Soundgarden, the Breeders, Smashing Pumpkins — heaven!)
My peeps enjoying a good looking and well earned drink!
The evening rolled into the early morning and photos exist of me arm-wrestling an American who bought the table some rounds of drinks.
We stumbled out of Delirium, across the drink and did shots of absinthe that involved somehow burning sugar cubes.
Some randos that we met – one of them later got pick pocketed out of 300€ – so I bought him a drink. Well, it is just being a good Canadian.
The next morning and check out came all too soon. I missed the sightseeing because of the fright of a temporarily misplaced iPhone. But I had taken this pic on the way to the bar.
Quick sandwich note for future
European travelers: if the sandwich is ‘simple’ cheese, meat, butter; ‘composee’ all that plus salad, tomatoes and maybe mustard or mayo; ‘american’ either of those topped with FRIES – can you imagine?
I had a ham and cheese composee that had hard boiled egg on it. Weird, right?
So – quick sandwich and on the road for Luxembourg. Not much to report – I immediately fell asleep and missed most of the countryside.
Luxembourg is tiny, rich and multilingual. They have a golden girl (remember our golden boy? A match made in bling bling heaven)
The city is very reinforced and quite beautiful.
We hilariously ate at this restaurant, where there was an ashtray in the bathroom.