Balladins Superior Hotel Charleroi Airport
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... balked. I shouted for him to jump on, but then the doors started to close. I shouted again, but by then the door was really almost closed. I couldn’t get off, and Sage couldn’t get on. Joe was at the next door and couldn’t do anything either. So, I stuck my knee between the doors. This is not something I’ve ever done before and I was expecting the doors to immediately reopen. They didn’t, ...
... Brussels was the first time I found myself being scared. Perhaps because I was an easy target and vulnerable walking around with all of my luggage, in an area completely unfamiliar to me. Fortunately, it was daytime when I got to the flat, but I chose to not be out after dark. There was just something about the area that gave me that "feeling".
I arrived from Paris into Brussels just ...
... kitchen had automatically locked up and they had no way to serve food. I had the half-bag of honey coated peanuts in my bag and drank a lot of water. My neighbors were very nice and friendly but I was so tired of traveling. They cut the delay down to 30 minutes so I made my last train to Braunschweig (good thing, since it was the last train of the night) and took a cab home (the last bus was gone and it's too far to walk home).
... football pitch and setup camp. Anyway we all worked together and managed to serve Spag Bol to 42 people and everyone said it was great (well, everyone was that tired and hungry they would of ate anything!!)
So I have been given the nick name "fish nuts" due the allergy thing!!! Everyone thinks it rather funny, I named Rob peaches due to the fact that he is allergic to peaches!! I am hoping ...
... for us that day was meeting Mustafa, he was from Algeria and we managed to hang out and hold a conversation with him using broken spanish, french, and english. He didn't speak English and we didn't speak any of his four languages.
The next morning we got up pretty early to go sight-seeing. At first it was a gloomy day but at least the city was active. We saw all the "neccesary" buildings and cathedrals and took a stroll through ...