I've spoken about Brussels before. It's a lovely city etc.etc. but all I ever do here is go to boring meetings in boring buildings and stay in boring hotels. That is if I have the time to stay instead of driving there and back in a day. Luckily this time it's a 9-5 meeting, so it's pretty important I'm awake.
I've decided that rather than hang about hotels bored watching my laptop and considering going and sitting in bars alone in strange cities trying to get a finger on a non existent pulse, I'm going to try to book into hotels which have a gym where possible.
Brussels is the first opportunity of this so far this year. I find a good deal at the Bristol Stephanie on Ave. Louise:
It's a lovely hotel - very plush, and it has a fitness room, a sauna, a Jacuzzi, a sun bed, a masseuse and a swimming pool - I think I may have finally found a Hotel in Brussels that can make me look forward to meetings in this concrete village.....
So Sunday night, after driving down, I go an chill out for an hour in the fitness room.. It's a far cry from Squash City, but it serves its purpose of giving me a work out while listening to badmotorfinger:
I'm alone, so I decide to give thee running machine a whirl. They always scare me and I would hate to skite off one of them while it's running. After a 10 minute jog, I realise that its a good hard work out and I may start using the running machines at Squash city.
After the Gym, we head off to find some food. Ве еат at what I would have to describe as the worst restaurant I've ever eaten in. I don't rememember the name, but I remember where it is and won't be back. The 12 euro starter of spicy gambas consisted of 4 frozen prawns with a tin of tomatoe soup poured over them and a sprinkling of chili powder. The only redeeming factor was getting to wash the bland mediocre food down with a Chimay Blue:
With this, it's off for an early night before the usual day of boring meetings followed by a drive back....
On the drive back, I introduce my boss to Camp Freddy radio:
He like's Dave Navarro's dark and sarcastic humour as much as I do which should make commuting to Brussels more fun.
By the time we make it back to Amsterdam, we have time for a few beers before bed and work in the morning......
