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... the Canadian Club of Belgium. They have a fairly large and active member base, and one of the events they organize is a welcome cocktail, hosted by the Ambassador. They sent me the address after I signed up, and so on Saturday night, I put on my best dress, my new blazer and my high heels and sashayed up to Place Bienfaiteurs to catch the tram. It was still early when I left, and there I was, all dressed up, wearing jewelery, makeup and some ...
... stop and the bus stop for downtown, so I had no excuse. It turns out that I had walked past the place several times and actually thought about going in, and it took me all of 45 seconds to walk down the road. This was also useful for getting home late at night, since I’ve been told that Brussels isn’t exactly safe at night. Beijing’s hutongs it is not.
I met the others at the restaurant, and we sat down to order. Most of us had ...
... square, it was surprising how many people were out in the streets. We passed many people just enjoying themselves in the cafes, socialising in groups and just sitting watching others. We passed some street dancers, hip hop with their loud music encouraging others to join them. We passed a band playing in the street with a crowd of people watch and dancing along.
We eventually returned to our hotel so we will be able to rise early for our bus trip out of the ...
... and rebooked a ticked back to Paris and onto Brussels that night. We only had to wait 20 minutes and we were on another train bound for exactly the same place we started from! After a bit of reflection we figured it was payback from all the times we dodged the tollbooths on the French motorway during our time on the bikes!
Another 3 hours later we arrived in Paris, tubed it to another station and caught our train to Brussels. Finally arriving ...
... when I realise that it’s a map machine. You put your 50 euro cents into
it and out pops a map. Please be working! I think and sure enough I hear a
“whirr” and a map drops into my hand. Beaming I stare at it and think that
there is no possible way that this country could make things any more efficient
for travellers. The main reason I’d become lost in Israel and Jordan is because
I didn’t have a map so feeling ridiculously overconfident I ...