Further Along ...
I can't seem to turn the 'bold' off. I'll try at the end of the post. I am doing a terrible job of keeping this up to date. Perhaps I will have to compile my notes and journals and do this in retrospect.
When I last wrote I was in Switzerland. I spend last weekend in Brussels after a fairly long journey through the Alsace region of France and then through Luxembourg. Originally I was going to stop in Luxembourg City ... judging by my view and the weather at the time I passed through, I am quite glad I didn't. I had decided that I would stay in a hotel in Brussels because weekend rates are way cheaper than rates during the week. For example, the place I was supposed to stay had a price of 50 euro per night, and 60 on Sunday. The rates during the week are 250 euro. Did you notice that 'supposed to stay' in there?
Well that's a long story. When I first got to Brussels I discovered that I had left my directions on how to get to the hotel behind. Good job me. Then I spent a long time wandering around in the area I thought the hotel was in. The hotel, it turned out, was not actually in that area. I did manage to find an internet shop eventually. I popped in there and figured out the route by metro. I took the metro though if I had asked someone I probably could have walked. I discovered later in the weekend that it was a fairly direct and moderate walk ... whereas taking the metro involved 7 stops and transferring ... the Belgian underground system leaves something to be desired.
So the hotel, when I finally found it, had no record of my reservation. I have no idea whose fault that was: whether it was theirs or the site I made the reservation through. Either way I wasn't in the mood to care. I had been wandering around Brussels for an hour and a half and was getting a little worried I would either be on the street or paying a ton of money. When I left that hotel I discovered one of the hostels I looked up was across the street. They didn't have much left either. I decided to give a couple other hotels I saw a shot first. The first one was full as well but the fellow at the desk pointed me toward a hotel. This hotel, the Comfort Art Hotel Siru, did have a room. Thankfully. So I got checked in at about 5 after 10, Friday night. Flipped on the TV and flopped on the bed. I decided after a few minutes that I really had better eat. I was starving as, in another miscalculation of the day, there was no meal service on the train. I had eaten breakfast and a very small lunch (and a snack pack of all-bran buds) but after my stress that was hardly doing anything for me. So I wandered out to find a Pizza Hut, I didn't go there though. Next door was what I thought to be a kebap shop, which it was, but when I went in it turned out to have an Indian and Pakistani food buffet. Let me tell you, nothing will fix up an evening like an Indian and Pakistani food buffet. Thank you, Royal Fast Food of Brussels, Belgium: you saved my sanity in delicious style.
I can't seem to turn the 'bold' off. I'll try at the end of the post. I am doing a terrible job of keeping this up to date. Perhaps I will have to compile my notes and journals and do this in retrospect.
When I last wrote I was in Switzerland. I spend last weekend in Brussels after a fairly long journey through the Alsace region of France and then through Luxembourg. Originally I was going to stop in Luxembourg City ... judging by my view and the weather at the time I passed through, I am quite glad I didn't. I had decided that I would stay in a hotel in Brussels because weekend rates are way cheaper than rates during the week. For example, the place I was supposed to stay had a price of 50 euro per night, and 60 on Sunday. The rates during the week are 250 euro. Did you notice that 'supposed to stay' in there?
Well that's a long story. When I first got to Brussels I discovered that I had left my directions on how to get to the hotel behind. Good job me. Then I spent a long time wandering around in the area I thought the hotel was in. The hotel, it turned out, was not actually in that area. I did manage to find an internet shop eventually. I popped in there and figured out the route by metro. I took the metro though if I had asked someone I probably could have walked. I discovered later in the weekend that it was a fairly direct and moderate walk ... whereas taking the metro involved 7 stops and transferring ... the Belgian underground system leaves something to be desired.
So the hotel, when I finally found it, had no record of my reservation. I have no idea whose fault that was: whether it was theirs or the site I made the reservation through. Either way I wasn't in the mood to care. I had been wandering around Brussels for an hour and a half and was getting a little worried I would either be on the street or paying a ton of money. When I left that hotel I discovered one of the hostels I looked up was across the street. They didn't have much left either. I decided to give a couple other hotels I saw a shot first. The first one was full as well but the fellow at the desk pointed me toward a hotel. This hotel, the Comfort Art Hotel Siru, did have a room. Thankfully. So I got checked in at about 5 after 10, Friday night. Flipped on the TV and flopped on the bed. I decided after a few minutes that I really had better eat. I was starving as, in another miscalculation of the day, there was no meal service on the train. I had eaten breakfast and a very small lunch (and a snack pack of all-bran buds) but after my stress that was hardly doing anything for me. So I wandered out to find a Pizza Hut, I didn't go there though. Next door was what I thought to be a kebap shop, which it was, but when I went in it turned out to have an Indian and Pakistani food buffet. Let me tell you, nothing will fix up an evening like an Indian and Pakistani food buffet. Thank you, Royal Fast Food of Brussels, Belgium: you saved my sanity in delicious style.
