Running To the Atomium In Brussels and Running Away From Hostel Mentalists!
I am on the bus to Dusseldorf and I am excited for what lies ahead. I’m using Flixbus as a carrier and they offer great leg room at a decent price. I paid £12 for this 3 hour bus journey from Brussels to Dusseldorf. I’ve only booked one night here. I am in the mood to start to go East as quickly as possible for now.
There was a disruptive person in the hostel last night. It was a woman who wanted to start an argument with me. She was watching tech conferences loudly on her laptop and she was asking me if I thought it was fair how women struggle to find jobs in the industry at the same rate as men.
I said it wasn’t fair and then she went on the offensive. “What are you gonna do about it?”.
“I’m going to bed!”
I can’t be fucked becoming a feminist warrior. The only feminist I know is Valerie Solanas and if she had been paid a bit better she could have afforded a better gun to finish Andy Warhol off.
So yes. Go sisters!
Sober living as a sober self
The good thing about being sober and travelling alone is that I don’t have to take shit from anyone. If you are nice and want to talk that is great but I don’t have to talk to anyone if I don’t want to. I was always considered an oddball when I was younger as I could never really socialise or integrate well. Now I don’t have to try. I don’t want to be accepted if it means behaving ‘normally’. Being normal means settling down with someone you half hate, buying a house you can’t afford and then withering and dying at the end.
Fuck it. I will live my own life. I don’t have to be anyone when I am on the road. That means I can be anyone I choose to be.
I went running today around Brussels for the last time. My aim was to get to the Atomium statue in the Expo and back. It was more difficult than expected but once I got out of Molenbeek the scenery was good. I took this picture of me gurning when I got there.
I’m really enjoying the trip so far and I’ve almost forgotten about the misery of Bristol at the weekend. Brussels is a beautiful city. There isn’t that much to do in it but it is great for a stroll.
I’ve been eating chocolate nonstop and I make no apologies for this. Delicious.
I’m still struggling to come to terms with being sober and travelling. When I went on holiday in the past I always chose notorious boozing resorts where my goal was to drink myself into oblivion so I’d finally have the self confidence to find a lady. It never worked out. I’d always get too drunk and if I ever made a pass it was always clumsy and something I’d regret for months to come. I was living the life of a Poundland Morrissey.
“So you go and you stand on your own. And you leave on your own. And you go home and you cry and you have a wank”.
Now I’ve come to terms with the fact I am OK as I am. I am self sufficient and I can be successful if I keep on this path. I only drank so I could stop being my old uncomfortable self and I always returned to being that person the next morning. Only it was even worse. I’d have new things to cringe over or to feel sorry about. It just wasn’t working.
I’m learning to be myself without booze. I’m building myself back up again and it will take a bit of time. I don’t see the point of ruining all of this with a boozing session as it will just set me back straight back to where I was. I want to build a sober life that I won’t want to escape from. The problem for me is the amount of extra time I have now that I don’t drink. When you are an active pisshead you can quickly round an evening off by draining a bottle of wine and the hours seem to fly by. I have lots of time now and I don’t know how to fill it. I guess it helps to go exploring whilst I’m here. That’s why I’m easily walking 35000 steps a day.
I’m praying that the people in the next hostel in Dusseldorf aren’t mentalists. I didn’t sleep well last night thanks to the crazy lady. I had to pretend to be asleep so she’d stop asking me questions. I couldn’t breathe under my duvet. I should have started growling and barking like a dog at her but I couldn’t afford to relocate to a kennel.
Might go to Berlin tomorrow. It’s a 7 hour 30 minutes bus journey but I’m seriously hungry for Currywurst.
Have a good one fuckers.
I finally made it. Not really impressed with the hostel. I entered the dorm and immediately everyone turned around and stared at me. Like cats. You know when you come across about 6 of them standing together? Conspiring?
Fuck this. I might get the train to Berlin tomorrow if the price is right. Otherwise it’s a terribly long bus journey.