The Scroop's European Holiday: Brugge-Wurzburg

We get up early grab our gear and make our way to the Markt Square in the hope of catching a bus to the train station. When we get there, a taxi driver passes by so we hail him down. The taxi driver, or Mr Happy, is a grumpy old dude and the best we manage from him is a grunt but at least he didn't rip us off when we arrived at the train station. The platform is packed as we get ready to board the train and for this 1 hour leg to Brussels and there are no reservations for this leg so we give the kids strict instructions "While we are struggling with the bags push in front of everyone and secure 4 seats together. They mastered this on the leg to Brugge but they are up against some stiff competition here. When the doors open the kids successfully push in without a care for anyone and Kris makes it on a few people later. I on the other hand am struggling as the old grannies are giving as good as they get and I get shuffled back a few people. When I finally get on I can see where the kids are so I try to make my way along the carriage when this bloke just sits down in the seat meant for me. He has no intention of moving and when I ask him politely if he would mind swapping seats with me so that we could all sit together he shows me his amputated arm and says "I'd prefer to sit here". So, because of him we had to sit apart. The rest of the journey goes ok as we make a second change at Frankfurt and arrive about 15 minutes late into Wurzburg. This concerns me a bit because we will be jumping on this train again tomorrow and they didn't seem too concerned that they were running late. For instance, when they arrived at Frankfurt they were announcing platform numbers for connecting trains that had already left!!! Anyway, no need to worry about that at the moment. We get off the train and when we get to the concourse the first thing we see is a sign for Hotel Wurzburger Hof indicating 300m this way. As this is our hotel we now know where to go and we also know its walking distance. We get to the hotel and the receptionist was fantastic and we head to our room. The room is amazing. It's a 2 bedroom apartment with a king and a queen bed. The queen is out in the main area so we give the king to the kids and they are over the moon. We dump our stuff and head out and we soon realize that Wurzburg is awesome, what a fantastic joint. The place is surrounded by steep hills that are lined with vineyards. We make our way through the main square down to an old stone pedestrian bridge that crosses the river and there is a restaurant/bar on the corner of the bridge. People who have bought wine from the bar are just wandering around the bridge while drinking. We go inside and get a table on the balcony to the side of the bridge and get a stone of beer while Kris goes the wine. After about half an hour Kris and I are starting to feel woozy. We think the train ride has made us feel this way. Train travel is pretty bad when it comes to swaying and it's a lot like being on a boat. The train rocks from side to side at 250 km/h and after 6 hours you feel a bit sea sick. Anyway, we bail after one drink and go home to get ready for dinner. We end up going to a local Mexican restaurant and the food was great before we head home to bed.