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Nov 12, 2007 00:29

Back from Brussels... City of DOOM!

It's like there's an interdimensional portal at the corner of every street that magically teleports you to a different part of town. The signs all LIE. the map is disproportionate to the point where it's about as useful as the map of New York in Brussels.
Traffic is crazy, people push you out of the lane you're on, they're all going 110km/h in the city. They don't know what indicators are. They don't know what brakes are. All the do is honk and accelerate. 
The only good thing is that they stop for pedestrians. So if you're on foot you cna do whatever the fuck you want and no one will think it's strange.

Walked around a lot. Mostly trying to find this damn cethedral we'd seen on our attempt to find the hotel. Ended up on the entirely wrong side of Brussels. TWICE.

Eventually found our way to the nice/interesting part of town by taking this sightseeing tour by bus. Which brought us back to where we wanted to be in under 5 minutes (another interdimensional pot, it must've been). 
Then we went looking for chocolates, which we got, they are good. 
Then we went for food. Provedot Bexx I'm tri-lingual by ordering McDonalds in french.

When we went home we actually somehow, managed to get out of Brussels in under 10 minutes, which considering it took us 3 hours to get into it was impressiv.e Then in our rush of "OMGWE WON!" we somehwo found ourselfs headed for Paris, without much of a warning. 
For those less geographically inclined, that's in the wrong direction.

So we turned aorund to find our way back, did so by some backwater streets. Foudn out that not only do Belgian signs fail, no the signplacement does as well. 
I would like ot know that we have to turn left before we are stuck in the lane to go straight ahead for example.

After some mroe driving toward the dutch border we established Belgian roads also fail, as they're mostly unkept and patched up. 
While there are road rules, no one seems to abide by them, at all. Which, considering we broke pretty much every rule in the book while in Brussels, is probably a godo thing in some ways.

Ah well.. it was fun, despite the random teleportation all over the place, maps that lie, signs that fail and/or misplaced and/or point in the wrong direction. 
The people were very nice and very helpful. Where normally you stand there with your huge ass maptrying to figure out where hte fuck you are on it and actually have to approahc people and stumble about in your best foreign language, we often didn't evne get time to completely unfold the map beofre someone would come up to us to tell us where to go, how to go there and what to do. All in a language we could understand without much hassle.

We saw lots of old stuff. It made Bexx happy when she wasn't having near death experiences in the car driving on tram lines or in the wrong direction on one way itnersection or making impossible and illegal turns to the left because I told her so without checking her blind spot(s). 
We survived. As did the Tardis Car. We have chocolat now, it makes al lthe trouble well worth it.

Amusingly enough I started thsi entry half an hour after Bexx did. Mine is done, Bexx is still typing.

the bexx, doom, brussels, chocolate, road trip, tardis car

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