Next day in Belgium was spent doing something I'd wanted to do for a long time--see the Atomium, built for the 1958 Brussels World Fair and recently completely renovated and re-clad for its 50th anniversary. It is in the shape of an iron molecule magnified one hundred billion times. The former fairgrounds are now parkland.

Six spheres are habitable, with a combination of stairs, escalators and elevators taking you through them. Each one has two floors, with uses rangin from a permanent exhibit on the fair, temporary galleries, private meeting rooms, a small cafe, or (at the very top) a restaurant.

The day after, I found a group of three in the hostel lounge, and we all set off for the nearby town of Brugges. Far more traditional, the entire city is listed as an UNESCO world heritage site.

The main square has the typical mixed assortment of late Medieval-early Renaissance buildings including the town hall, the town cathedral, and the governor's palace. Here's the tower the former photo was taken from. The foundations are made from centuries old wood and leather, so the whole thing leans slightly to one side.

We head back to Brussels, and naturally over the course of the day we pair off. Caroline (French, pronounced caro-LEEN) hooked up with the Brazilian guy next to her. Lynda (Vietnamese-American) decided she didn't like drinking, or dancing, or chatting... so we spent most of the late evening watching the other two enjoying themselves. This was a significantly more frustrating evening for my libido. 0/3.

This morning I packed up and before I left, made one last stop at the Beligian Comic Strip Museum. You probably don't know this but Belgian comics are world-famous (I can't stand America sometimes.) There's a bust of Tintin, and originals of some Japanese Manga like Akira. At least you've all heard of the Smurfs, right?

The museum is in an old warehouse by Victor Horta, the undisputed master of Art Nouveau. He's done lots of work in Brussels, but this was the only building actually accessible and open to the public so I made the most of it. THe gorgeous organic tendrils of stone, glass, and wrought iron make Horta a national hero; there's even a metro stop named after him.

So, here I finally am, in the world capital of sex and drugs--Amsterdam. I found a hostel right in the middle of the red light district, that's clean and friendly and inexpensive! How was this possible, you ask? Well, you have to put up with a few things...

Hm. I probably won't get lucky with anyone staying here, then. But there's no curfew, so I'll just have to go out and find my own company in the coffeeshops. The next few days ought to be a lot of fun.
See you all in a few days...