All night took the ferry to Oostende & today I am in Brugge. Yesterday whilst waiting for the train to Dover, I slashed my 2 & 3 fingertips of my right hand with the tip of my cooking knife. There was something on my bag that I wished to brush off and the tip of the knife protruded through the side of the bag. The red crovy flew.
Today Blaine & I walked around Brugge & we found the Garre van Kornee. We also found out that it was gesloten (closed) on Wednesdays. Gesloten op Woensdag. Wednesday is the day we intended to meet Kurt. Conspiracy theory: Kurt know the Garre would be shut.