I had a great breakfast with my hosts (homemade bread and jam) and started out towards Antwerpen. It was a good easy run, I averaged 6:50 miles.
I got into town and met up with my couchsurfing host Phil, who had a prior obligation in the afternoon, so I took a quick shower and headed out into town alone. I walked all over town, checking out as much as I could...a great train station and some castles and churches and whatnot. I stopped to sit down a few times, my legs feeling pretty dead from all the running/standing/walking I have been doing in the past few days. One of my favorite spots was the edge of the river, pictured above. I ate two waffles, which were delicious. I also ate some fries, which were also delicious. At 8 I went to a pub near the central cathedral and ordered some dinner and moved on to the belgian beer, which is also delicious.
Sitting at a table by myself, I was soon in conversation with an American couple about my trip, and the evening ended up being a bit less lonely than I thought it would be. They insisted upon buying me a round (thanks!), and then another... The problem with running in Belgium is that not only is my tolerance generally low...but the beers have a much higher alcohol content. 10, 12 percent is pretty common. I headed to bed around two...and woke up feeling pretty nasty this morning. I would write more, but being hungover sucks.