We’re in Namur, a pretty university town. There’s a hill between the hostel and the main part of town, which we climbed before visiting the old citadel. This was all locked up and quiet but provided a terrific view. Not many students around, I guess because it’s summer. Just as well, I didn’t really want a repeat of our last night out. It looks like Niki won’t get her sex in Belgium either. She bought several pairs of lacy underwear in a tiny shop, all one size too small. “To help my sex quotient”, she said with what I’d describe as a leer. I wanted to ask her what she meant, but thought she’d act like it was something I was already supposed to know and I didn’t want to look any more stupid than I usually do so I kept quiet and tried to look knowing.
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