Friendly word of advice: never book a trip on a Friday 13th. Of all the 365 days in this year, Belgian Railway workers, in their infinite wisdom, decide to go on strike today. We are talking about people that go on strike whenever someone so much as farts on a train. Lord knows when we’ll be able to take the EuroStar this afternoon. I have a feeling this is going to be a long day…
Update 15/05: Surprizingly, we got to Brussels no problem. From there the London trip was an absolute blast. Full reportage to follow.
Sorry about your European problems. At least you are in Belgium. I am in Pittsburgh.
Not a bad city all in all, but certainly not Brussels by any stretch of the imagination.
Maybe, just maybe, if some AMERICANS had the stones to pull a work stoppage once in a while, we might have more responsive government. As it stands now, we live in “what duh fuck be gwine on here” ville.