Do you speak English?

As it’s such a lovely night I decided to walk down to the Menin Gate again – seems only right while I’m here. I took Timmy with me for protection ( walking back in the dark isn’t great) and we were besieged by small Belgian school children. He enjoyed all of the attention and I felt like a buffoon as I hadn’t a clue what they were asking me. You don’t always need words though as one little boy was doing a hilarious tail wagging impression so that made my night. Taking your dog to the Last Post ceremony is obviously a conversation starter so loads of Brits were talking to me and fussing the dog.  On the way back 3 ladies of a ‘certain age’ stopped me and asked if I spoke English ( I try my best) they then assumed I lived here and were asking me about various landmarks etc. I’ve decided it must be the pigtails that make me more approachable.  That’s the good thing about growing your hair – it gets to a certain stage and you can basically look like a dick and get away with it.

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About travellingninjas3

Scarlet haired veggie/coeliac/tattooed/charity shop loving rebel sold everything to take to the road with 3 Yorkies in a campervan to discover the meaning of life & blog about it. It all went well for 18 months but then a flippin bloke walked into my life and turned it upside down so now the travelling has come to a halt but I still live in the van but in a field - marvellous :o)
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