“Oh shit, it’s cold in Belgium!” was the first thought that sprung to mind when I stepped of the bus we had just travelled in for about 12 hours. It was around 7 in the morning, it was really cold or it felt like that anyway. I hadn’t slept the whole night, had a terrible cold so had to blow my nose every 5 minutes and my shoulder hurt. Doesn’t sound that good, does it? I admit, I was glad to be back. I missed my internet connection and most of all I longed for my warm and cosy bed. But when I recall all the wild parties, drunk nights and amazing surf sessions, believe me, I can’t wait to go back.

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