Le Maitre
A couple of years ago, my boyfriend went on a teambuilding day to quite possibly the most Belgian place I’ve ever seen: Fort Adventure.
Look at this guy; he lives there!! Or, you know, works there… one of the two…
In fact, he’s the Maître. I think my favourite thing about him is the Arran jumper he’s wearing under his rags. Apparently he was very scary in real life. With his rags, he looks a bit like the (boy dressed as a) dragon we used to parade around on May Day at school. This brings back many bad memories, not least the fact that I wasn’t allowed to dance around the maypole because I was too clumsy.
Ben showed me pictures of the whole day and aside from the red boiler suits (just pictured) that the maître forced them to wear it reminds me of a particularly unhappy school trip I once took (once again, clumsiness was an issue). I was forced to walk along ropes between trees and canoe. I have no hand eye coordination. It was horrible. I got stuck in the middle of the lake. Ugh. Oh god, I just remembered – we had to sleep in tents. Shudder…
Fort Adventure seemed much more civilised, they had champagne before they had to do anything scary and some of it was indoors which means it scores highly with me. Also, it only lasted half a day so they could head off for a barbecue before any lasting damage was done.
Seriously, this guy may beat the Mini Europe tortue as my favourite Belgian.
