Wasted again in Margaritaville, its Himinez Sleutez.
It’s hard to say ‘house lights’ in flemmish…
Dear Diary,
Belgium. Ahh, what a place. Waffles, chips with mayo, chocolate. Its like Christmas 1995 but with less potatoes. We had a bit of a wander around to try see the little boy taking a wizz in the street. Bit weird that, last time I did that in Chown I got a spanking with the belt. Pete's been extra mean today, he gave me a packet of crisps but when I looked in it it was just full of wet hair and used plasters. The beer's pretty strong here, four bottles and I'm almost on me arse. Sorry ma, I'll bring ya back a nice Toblerone from the ferry.
Forever and always,
Jo Jo Slooto