Monday, June 29, 2009

Details for the curious people

After my balloons post everyone wanted more details on the surprise hen party I organized, I thought I'd share a photo of the presents and a summary of my trip to Brussels to buy them.

My last job was very very boring and mostly had boring people. However it was right in the center, I could go to eat in a nice restaurant for lunch, go shopping and sit in a park. All nice things. Parallel to the shopping street is the sex-shops street (of course, it is. They know what they are doing when they set them up) If you're from a small town you'll probably wonder what I mean with 'sex-shop street'. Let's just say that both sides of the street have several shops, from all kinds, from S&M stuff, to only videos, to peep shows... And it's not even on the red district area.

Once the date and the girls were ready to pretend they knew nothing of a surprise party I went to spend an afternoon browsing for fun stuff. I saw everything from sexy underwear, scary underwear, eadible underwear, nurse/nuns/ scouts/ school girl/teacher uniforms, whips, handcuffs, dildos, vibrators, masks, feathers to lots of stuff I didn't even know how it worked. So I did what I had to do, get over my awkwardness and ask questions. I explained it was for a hen party, which in French is literally something like: the burial of the 'young woman's life' (I think they mean 'single' life, not that you'll be old and decrepit once you say 'I do'.) and I thought it would be a smooth ride after that. It wasn't.

'What does your friend like?'

Problem number one. I never slept with her, never got into a detailed conversation that allowed me to reply to the guy. I shrugged.

'OK. Do you want to give her something for her to wear on the night, something for the honey moon, something to have fun once or something that she can keep and use whenever she wants, maybe a costume for the party?'

Problem number two. I dunno. I smiled and tried to look like a nice innocent girl while I gathered my thoughts. I could see the guy was trying to be helpful.

'How about I have a look around to see what you have and then decide?'

'If you have any questions I'll be downstairs.'

As soon as he left and I started looking around I had a huge smile on my face. There were some interesting things for sure! But what would my friend like? I saw a box with a vibrator, handcuffs, a mask an anal vibrator and a feather and decided to call for help. I called a friend of the victim and asked her opinion. 

Once out of the store I went to other stores to see and compare. The one on the right was mostly for sexy or specialized underwear, another for hardcore S&M (some things looked scary) and in the fourth one as I was deciding to go in a guy came out pulling his zipper up so I decided against it...

The first store with the helpful guy that probably thinks I'm a bit slow was the best one.

The nice helpful guy suggested that I do my own combo of sex-toys. He even coordinated the colors! In the end there was so much stuff he had to problems closing the bag.

While he packed everything I noticed a shelf of genitalia piercing items. I knew only the common stuff you see in movies so I was amazed with the choice I was seeing. There was all types of shapes and sizes and for several points of the genitalia as the owner (who had been watching me from the beginning) pointed out. She even explained some to me. 

'Interested?'

How could I explain that just by looking at some of them I felt an urge to cross my legs?

'Curious... But it's not for me.'

'Some really enhance the pleasure.'

'I'm sure. I believe you, I really do but it really wouldn't work for me. That one on the right has just made me dizzy just by looking at it.'  I felt pale. She laughed. I looked to the lower shelf.

'What is that one supposed to be?'

'A horse.'

'And where-'

'Men put it under one of the balls, usually both.'

I like this open age and country when a sex-shop is no longer a dark and slimy place and you can have your questions answered in a clear way. That's part of who I am, I like to understand things.

'And that one? Is that a-'

'Yes, that's a lightning. For the clitoris.'

I shivered. The nice helpful guy was done wrapping, I wanted to hug him.

He said 'have fun' when I left. Personally I blame all those sissy girls that say they are shopping for a friend when it's really for them. 

I left the store with a whole new knowledge. And with a small paper bag packed with sex toys. All the way to the train station I prayed it wouldn't rip.



Items bought: handcuffs, edible massage oil, mask, feather, kamasutra dice (you throw to see which position you do it), edible dust that you spread with a vibrating brush on the partners body and then lick off, a vibrating bath duck. 

Items not included: batteries and a way to find out for sure the bride and groom enjoyed the presents.

Sunday, June 28, 2009

Why I love Brussels

A slideshow with comments. Once you see the amount of photos I think you'll forgive me for the lack of posts lately.



If Picasa supported music in their slideshows I'd add this track I found last Friday. It's called Remmidemmi.


P.S. Please let the slideshow load, if after a bit you don't see anything you're probably my sister. I suggest reloading or using another browser.

Sunday, June 21, 2009

After the wedding


I feel muscle pain like I did after a 2 hour kung-fu training.

Thursday, June 18, 2009

Introducing Mechelen

Mechelen is a quiet little town in Flanders. Why do I like it? Besides the bicycle paths all over the city and its surroundings, there is a nice canal with weird boats (bicycle path follows it through 60km) and the center is actually full of shops and a great church.

I get to see storks up close. Yep, it's that quiet and nice.

The bad thing is that you need to take the train to Brussels. If you're like me leave well in advance and walk slowly towards the station. Why do you want to leave the peace and quiet and go to Brussels? More on that soon...

Wednesday, June 17, 2009

Belgian balloons

Despite what the blog might indicate I've been keeping myself busy during these forced holidays. I have a new passport, paid my taxes, organized a hen party and Friday I am attending a wedding and acting as official DJ. All this in a country full of chocolates, beer and comics. It's been hard, I tell you...The best part so far - apart from seeing my friends and eating like a homeless in a free buffet - was attaching balloons to a bicycle and crossing a town at full speed. Have you ever heard the sound of 10 balloons rustling against the wind? Let's just say that a lot of people turned their heads, winced (to make sure their eyes weren't playing tricks on them) and then gave me a huge smile. Naturally it was a windy day.

Another fun bit was going on the train with said balloons. It was an old train so I couldn't fit in with the balloons and sit down, I had to stand between to carriages right in front of the door. Which is perfect if you want even more people to see you, one guy even missed his step while giggling at me. A friend of a friend went to pick me up and asked me how she would recognize me. 'I have balloons, you can't miss me.' And there I was, backpack with wine and snacks, phone in one hand, balloons in another, she knew exactly who I was. As did half the town.

For those planning to do something similar make sure the balloons' string isn't too long otherwise you'll hit passing cars and little kids. On that order.

Monday, June 8, 2009

Daytrip: Maastricht, Netherlands

For reasons that are uninteresting to this post the bride-to-be choose a seamstress whose shop is in The Netherlands, more precisely in Maastricht.

So for several Saturdays my friend took the train to Maastricht and I was lucky enough to join her on the last ones. Last time despite the glorious weather we didn't see much more than the route between the train station and the shop. This time however we made sure to visit the town. Naturally it was cold. And no, not just for me that just arrived from Thailand. If you looked at everyone's clothes and not the calendar you'd think it was Autumn.


I had an ice cream just because. It took me over 20 minutes to warm up my hand afterwards but I was still very happy about having some cookie dough.


The trip was an overall success we laughed at things no one else would understand or find funny (it's time to stop trying to explain ''you had to be there'' moments), the dress was ready and I left my empty cookie dough package in the seamstress desk. Not on purpose, I swear.

The last five minutes in the store were very confusing. I couldn't find a garbage bin so I set the package on the table for two seconds. Then my friend was showing off her dress to other guests, and because of my wide smile they thought I was the proud girlfriend. The smile was mostly because I heard the dress' explanation and story several times and because I was struggling to understand Dutch. While I was trying to correct that detail the seamstress wished me a happy return to Bolivia. To where? To Indonesia. I stuttered Thailand and groom somehow. Everyone was laughing, I wanted to leave so I opened the door as fast as I could. The door got stuck in the rug and I could barely squeeze myself out. And half way to the train station we realized the package was still on top of a very fancy table in a very fancy store...

The art scene in Maastricht:

Wednesday, June 3, 2009

I couldn't resist posting this


Before you ask me how if it's related to traveling, it isn't. (Well, maybe traveling back in time.) But I thought I should share this literal video with you all...

Monday, June 1, 2009

No much excitement over the next few weeks

The blog will slow down over the next couple of weeks as I am organizing a hen party and helping out the almost newly weds. Since they both read the blog, I won't be able to share much...

Belgium actually has nice sunny weather, it's a true miracle.