Well here’s an update for the two or three people who still read this thing:
I was all set for my flight out of Belgium on Monday… knew there was going to be a huge government strike but FOOLISHLY thought I might still be fine since my flight was with Quatar airways who are not affiliated with the Belgian government.
WRONG. The airport in Brussels is completely closed today.
So I had to grab a bus to Paris yesterday because that was the only place where I could get a different flight to Quatar.
So I just woke up in a VERY fancy hotel next to the airport. At first I was sort of angry that I had to spend all this money on getting to Paris and a hotel room… but sometimes it is nice to do the luxury thing for a night. It’s also good for me to have to let go of money sometimes, because I am so miserly in general. And somehow I’ve managed to meet a few nice people…
Dude from Mozambique on the train studying to be a doctor. I asked him if he liked Paris and he’s like, well….. Then he showed me a video of the beach in his country and I’m just “you poor poor man…” He said people in Paris aren’t very friendly. Well yeah. Stereotype confirmed. They’re not friendly unless they aren’t from Paris, or unless they’re trying to hit on you, or sell you something.
Also met a dude from Bangladesh at breakfast, because I’m wearing my only Indian dress and he wanted to know why. I guess a kurta isn’t a very common thing for a white girl to wear. He has the same first name as my Bangladeshi friend in Fargo (are they all named Rahman or…?)
SO! I will post pictures from the Brussels Christmas Market as soon as I get a little break from my Delhi family and access to a computer.