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Published: January 6th 2011
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I am sitting here, in the window of one of the great houses in Brussels, enjoying my last day in Europe. Thinking about what a crazy day this was.. It started by not hearing my alarmclock again, and waking up with a feeling of exitement. 'I have to go, I still have to pack my underwear and my this and that and... go to the opticien, go to the store, take a bus, take a train.'
And I even had to vacuum my room before I left, so my plan to leave at 11 didn't go as I anticipated. But that's how it goes when you travel. Either way, Derya was so relaxed as always. She understands how important it is to stay calm when you have to leave for a long time. Eventually I ended up leaving at 14h to the station. I was already exhausted from runnning to all sorts of places, cleaning my room and packing the last things.. What I didn't realize is that walking with a backpack weighing around 9 kilos and a duffelbag of maybe 30 kilos ( I hope not more..), did not happen without a sweat. I heard the bus coming in the
street behind me. It still had to drive around the corner so I thought I should be able to make that one. I was almost at the trafficlights and I saw the bus approching. It said: 'Sorry, geen dienst', so I was hurrying my ass of for nothing.. (pardon my french) I slowly walked to the busstop and there was another bus standing stil. Better start running again! There was a small line and they are always slow so I guessed, I've made it. I walked up to the bus and it took for ever before we could get in. I figured, I can not mis my train because of some slow dude behind the wheels..
Of course that was exactly what happened. He didn't drive away once everyone was in the bus. He first talked to someone, got out of the bus, looked around, let a new person in the bus, slowly started the engine, waited some more, and then drove away. Finally at the station, he had to drive a full round, wait in front of the stoplight, almost at the stop, he pulls over, opens the window, shouts something to another busdriver, he comes in because
he didn't hear it, finally goes away and we just keep standing in front of the door being pissed at how weird he is! The girl next to me also had to get a train within a few minutes. But I knew I was already to late. It said 14.38 on the clock, and the next train leaves in one hour. Great..
Everything ended up going well. I took the train to Roosendaal an half hour later, preparing to wait there for another half hour, but the train to Brussels was delayed for 30 minutes so I was lucky again!
Once I got to Brussels and saw Derya, I felt kilos lighter! We dropped my bag at Dansaert (the place where we can crash tonight, which is super nice!) and had a perfect day in Brussels. Wafels, Manneke pis, Belgian beers, köfte and a nice tour, and I'm ready to go. Derya is here with me and I will miss her very much. She just turned on some Finnish reggae and we are about to go to bed.
At 7 I wake up, at 10.15 I fly, at 13 I'm in Toronto.. What a life.
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