P/ Having had a full day, joined Chwis in an evening of favouwite sampling, and eaten a delicious meal of tapas we eventually found our beds just after midnight.
W/ Yes, we were all soon asleep, none quicker than Chris who once again filled the apartment with the sounds of his slumber.
C/ There’s nothing wrong with enjoying a good nights sleep. Sign of a clear conscience.
P/ Or a desensitised conscience, Chwis.
C/ Polie, you are such a disbeliever. Such a curse on you.
W/ Anyway, guys, we were all deep in our dreams.
P/ Then you got up for the toilet at about 3.00am, Wic.
W/ Yes, and the lights were not working. In fact, when I reached the toilet I could smell that smell of electrical burning. I took my torch and started to search the apartment. Then you woke and joined me, Polie.
P/ I had woken as I heard you moving awound and also smelt burning. The lift into the apartment was no longer working so we went to the staircase. When I opened the door we saw the smoke.
W/ By this time even Chris was concerned…
P/ No he wasn’t, Wic, he slept on, oblivious.
W/ Yes, I was being a little sarcastic, Polie.
C/ I knew I had nothing to worry about with you two fine fellows in the apartment. My trust was made manifest in my disposition.
Polie looks at Wic and rolls his eyes.
P/ Whatever, Chwis.
W/ Anyway, the smoke continued to rise and then came the most difficult moment.
P/ Yes, we had to wake Chwis. But we couldn’t.
W/ Blue lights were now flashing outside and realising we had to act we…
P/ Whapped him up in his duvet and dragged him down the spiwal staircase.
C/ And you were none to careful! I ached for days!
W/ But we got you out none to soon as firemen began to enter the building.

P/ The kind policemen who had also awived took us over the road to the Jazz Bar where the staff were clearing up after closing.
C/ Yes, they recognised me as a good customer from the previous evening and offer us a drink.
P/ And we took water because we need to wecover from the fumes and smoke.
C/ An opportunity missed. I couldn’t believe it.
W/ And that’s where we spent the rest of the night. The firemen put out a fire in the basement started by an electrical fault. Fortunately the fire door had worked as this was an old building with a lot of wood.
P/ Yes, someone was looking after us.
C/ I give thanks that God gave Wic a weak bladder.

W/ Thank you, Chris. And we give thanks that the firemen caught you before you caused to much mayhem when you decided to climb into one of the fire engines.
P/ Yes, they weren’t best pleased when the siwens suddenly came on a 5.00am.
C/ I was only being curious and I thought, after they took the axe away from me and wouldn’t let me join in smashing down doors that they would be OK if I sat in the engine.

P/ Fortunately our AirBnB host moved us to a nice hotel nearby in the early morning and we could take you away from the excitement.
W/ Yes, after a shower and a change of clothes we were ready for another days exploring. Strange how we took everything in our stride.
C/ My leadership no doubt.
P/ Wic, we should have left him and gone and explored.
W/ Polie, we were on our way to the oldest brewery in Antwerp. If we hadn’t taken the moose we would never have heard the end of it.
So funny to see the words ‘Brandweer’so many times in the pictures – that’s also the Afrikaans translation for our fire department! But then again, Afrikaans and Dutch are very similar 😉
Wic seems to have a bladder similar to mine, although on nights when I manage to sleep through, I suppose I can identify a lot with Chris 🙂
Glad all were fine after this fiery experience.
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