Belgium, the land that knows not of security, monarch fences or monitored cameras. The last time i visited this fine cheese eating country we were blown away by the sheer size, quality and ease of nearly all the locations we visited. Belgium and Brussels are perfect examples of what happens when your government isn’t trying to shove a bible sized wad of paper entitled ”Health and Safety” up your ring piece. We hatched a rough plan with some crayons, coloured in our road map and packed our bags. De muscles in Brussels was a go!

I hated Strata, each time we ventured into London it smirked at us as we drove by. Every attempt to climb it ended with the same wailing siren of ‘You Lose’. Over the years the furthest i had made it was the ninth floor when situations out of my control had forced us to leave. No more, tonight we would reach the top, dragging the entire security team at our feet if we had to!

We sat at the metro stop, totally exhausted from the night’s activities and a day of being lame tourists. I felt like spreading out a nearby paper and going to sleep right there, but we had one more goal to achieve, the Williamsburg bridge.

So here with have the Heron Tower, a new skyscraper for London’s financial district. With a height of 230m upon completion, 202m excluding the spire it is now the second highest building in the United Kingdom (1 Canada Square still retaining 1st place)

Designed by Jacques Hittorff and built between 1861-1865, Gare Du Nord receives over 180 million visitors a year making it the busiest railway station in Europe and third in the world. The eight most prominent statues on its roof represent the international destinations at the time, with the twelve beneath representing other french cities.

There’s just something about theme parks, i love them, to a degree. Roller-coasters, swinging ships, rapids, the perfect way to spend a summers day when you find yourself with a little spare cash. The rides that propel you too high speeds in a matter of seconds, leaving both your insides and contents of your bowel in your seat, not so much. I find it hard to see the enjoyment in a ride where your eyes are affixed permanently shut. Maybe its because I’m a pussy, infact i know it is. The novelty photo received at the end revealing a frail, scared explorer, eyes shut, gripping the harness for deal life while the girl to my side manning up to the challenge, arms in the air. Screw you Stealth!