The Jupiler is just like drinking water, you don’t even know it is going down. I don’t complain. I like that. It is very like Stella, just weaker I think. 10 more words
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In Belgium, you consume beer. Your consumption may be more than water in other countries and when you bike, you’re thirty!
So this curiously sexless sojourn in Brussels nears its end. Not feeling in the mood for anything naughty at any point. Maybe too anaesthetised with lovely ice cold watery Jupiler beer; maybe too many things to do back at home making me anxious to be back and get on with them; I don’t know. 55 more words
I feel at a bit of a loss here in Brussels on my last day. No point going to Cine Paris when I saw all the films yesterday (in 4 visits in one day). 267 more words
A Simon Mignolet can of Jupiler today. In tribute to the great man I dropped it and spilt it all over the floor, and received terrible abuse (in French) from the cleaning lady. 110 more words
Off the Eurostar, bag in locker (4,50) and in L’Orient Express by 12.29. My Berlin train leaves at 225pm. My first beer of this trip. Ice cold Jupiler (25cl, 1,80). 46 more words