A Belgian Spy? Shurely shome mishtake...
Aug 18, 2006
Where I stayed
Waiting for my train back to Fretin, I pass the time in the station bar. Here I have my first proper "Conversation With A Random". He was also waiting at the bar, and the bike drew attention to me. He was a Flemish Belgian, spoke English with a strong american accent, had rotten teeth, a coarse manner and a huge chip on his shoulder because no-one in the rest of the world has heard of Belgium. He was vague about his job but let slip that he'd worked for Americans, (Texans, no less), traveled widely and spoke many languages...