Hello there! It’s me! I’m still around, but since school started and I’ve blogged about all of our summer fun already, I haven’t had much to say. We’ve been busy with the normal stuff that could be done on any continent (except maybe Antartica) – like doctor’s appointments, sleep overs, visits to the library, trips to the indoor pool, a little stop at the emergency room. (I had a little encounter with my rotary cutter. Ouch! It’s all better thanks to some medical quality super glue) and of course school. While these things may be worthwhile and memorable, they are not particularly blog-worthy (in my opinion), especially the rotary cutter incident.
But, we did have one great adventure back in August! Every year the town of Mons, Belgium remembers their liberation by the Allies with an event called Tanks In Town. As the big day approached the weather wasn’t looking so good. We’re in what I call the “Now or Never” phase of our time in Europe: If we don’t do it now, it will never happen. We’ve only got about 10 months left in our European tour.
The big draw of the event was, as the name suggests, the tanks. I’m not exactly sure where these come from, but from the website it seems like some people just happen to have a functioning tank in their garage at home so they brought them by to show them off. There were plenty of static displays, but that’s not too exciting since we can see those in museums. The real fun was that rides were available for a small fee.
The ride only lasted about 10 minutes (if that) which was much shorter than the time spent in the queue. But it was a RIDE! In a REAL TANK! My sources tell me that it was “awesome!”
Those treads weren’t so kind to the turf. I was quite glad it did not rain – tromping through dirt is preferable to tromping through mud.
The rest of the event was a WWII reenactment, without the bullets and shooting. Except for the ubiquitous cell phones we could have taken a trip in a time machine.
There were more than just tanks. All kinds of military vehicles were on display.
I had no interest in riding in a tank, but if it had been available I would have forked over a few Euro for a ride in that side car.
These soldiers were headed to the parade.
There were little camps in the woods. I’m not sure if people really spent the night there, but they were cooking over a fire.
Vendors were selling all kinds of paraphernalia. I thought about bringing home the grill from that jeep but I’m not sure it would go with my decor.
This, on the other hand, would be the perfect addition to my costume closet. With this I could be a sniper or some sort of Muppet. Maybe next time – except it is unlikely there will be a ‘next time.’ Ah well, tanks for the memories, Mons.
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