Home bound at last

The hotel we went into turned out to be the famously best "boutique" hotel in Brussels. We explained what had happened and the man at reception was really sweet and gave us a good deal but it was still was ridiculously expensive in comparison to what we had spent so far. But what to he'll, we didn't wantonly venture far as it was past 1am and we were tired. The room was really nice and after contacting home to let them know they shouldn't be expecting us back soon we got into bed around 2am and fell asleep instantly. The bed was really comfortable and I slept nearly straight through until 10am. We got up and Jonny had been on the phone to megabus but found out that even if they were willing to help us the next bus that afternoon was sold out.

We went down for our buffet breakfast which was delicious and we ensured we made the most of including snagging something for lunch (after all we are our mothers daughters). Whilst we ate we debated our options to get home which was a plane or Eurostar. A plane wouldn't have worked out well though as we had lots of chocolates, alcohol, shower gel over 100ml and tweezers, basically half our things would have been taken off of us so we opted for the eurostar. It was again really expensive but we wanted to get home and this meant we could be home by that afternoon.

I had a shower, which felt great after the stress of the day before and then checked out of the hotel at midday and headed to the train station. We got there over 2 hours early but we weren't in the mood to do anything to delay us. We picked up our tickets and the man gave us Christmas cookies as a little Christmas treat which pretty much sealed our love for eurostar and hate for megabus. After security and passport control we were sitting waiting when a man showed us this photography set up they had with changing backgrounds. We proceeded to have fun with this for the next half hour. The journey itself was blissfully fast, 2 hours from Brussels to London. The highlight was a woman looking out the window whilst we were in the tunnel under the channel and commenting how dark it was for 4pm. We got the tube from St Pancreas to Richmond where Jonny picked us up to save us getting a train which would have been more than miserable and slow 2 days before Christmas. 2 hours later and we were thank goodness home!

Bon Voyage Brussels!!

It may not have been the journey back we planned but it's certainly a story to tell and we were back in time for Christmas. The trip, even with the mishap at the end was amazing!