I was up early, but once again stuck around a bit late to have the excellent hostel breakfast.
For the past few days I have seen some crazy window displays. I thought that they were odd when I first saw them, but that was nothing. All of the people had hinges where their joints should be and they were doing really weird things. One guy was melting, a group of people were about to throw a girl out of the window. It wasn´t until the second day when I noticed that they were all in different positions that I realized they were telling a story. One was of a couple that started off in separate windows but after some time ended up making out on the roof of the building. Another was of a woman trying to fry a rather ornery fish. It was a lot of fun and there were about 12 of them to check out.
I had checked out both my guidebook and my map and there wasn´t much that I was interested in in Brussels. It really seemed just like a generic big city. It didn´t help that no matter what I did I seemed to get myself lost. I just couldn´t get my bearings in this city.
After cheating at the travel game and having lunch at Subway I went to the Grote Market to take pictures. When I was here briefly 6 years ago I remembered it being really impressive. This time it was just sort of blah. I then headed down the street to check out the main symbol of Brussels, Mannekan Pis. This is a very small statue of a boy peeing. The story is that he put out a fire this way. So that he won´t be naked different groups cloth him, there is even a museum of his rather large wardrobe. I was disappointed to see that he was naked. He was naked last time I saw him as well.
Once I had the obligatory picture of the statue I headed to his sister, Jeanneke Pis. As you might have guessed this was a statue of a little girl peeing. This one never really took off though and no longer pees, just squats behind a gate.
Right next store is the Delirium Bar. This place has a beer list like a phone book, they have up to 2700, but at least 2004 different types of beer (mostly bottled) at any time. It was a pretty chill place.
I didn´t stay long though because I had to do laundry back at the hostel. I spent the evening reading ´Made in America´ by Bill Bryson about American language and culture. I had a lot of problems putting it down, I highly recommend it. Eventually I fell asleep, only to be rudely woken up several times by my roommates who kept forgetting their keys and indoor voices.