The day was good!  Gent is a gentle town, beautiful,  and rich. There are more students around than I’ve ever seen,  arts play a integral part of daily life and people prefer the bicycle to the car.

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Must say that the place hooked me.

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Sitting in your houseboat reading and basking in the sun doesn’t seem all that bad to me.
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Follow the canals into the city centre

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With its great old cathedrals,  castles and old buildings in perfect condition. A paradise for the historybuff.

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I know I shouldn’t really,  I always do,  but I just have to mention the insane amounts of tourists on the streets, I won’t get into it all to deep, because if I did I would never stop. But there is a huge difference between a Tourist and a Traveller,  or visitor,  or roamer…

It’s like the difference between a Heineken and a Belgian Trappist.

If you get it you get it,  if you don’t,  I’ll try and explain a bit later.

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The night came,  and with it the cold,  I was starting to get a little bit worried about where to sleep, since I hadn’t had time to scout out a good spot in between all the ”flanerade”(a swedish word that means something like – taking a stroll)

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But one of many perks of being the travelling kind is that you have a lot of friends,  and those friends usually have friends,  and lucky for me those friends of friends were sitting in a cinema not far away from where I was standing, shivering cold, so I took my insanely heavy bag and joined in.

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Good choice!

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