I took a train to Brussel, Brussels, Bruxelles – that place. Supposedly bilingual but everyone speaks French. I arrived in the afternoon but being a Sunday nothing was open. I tried buying my onward ticket to Bruges but the ticket machines only accept the railway Bahncard or . . . Proton! No Visa, no Mastercard, no Amex – not even cash! I had to queue in a very long line (2 windows open to serve about 100 customers).
After that I went out to find the market was just closing. The grocery stalls had boxes of dented fruit out so you could take things for free. I took some bananas, 2 cucumbers and a clementine orange. More stores should do this.
I took a bus to my homestay. Noone gave me any sympathy for my pack and I was pushed a lot. Eventually I arrived and was fiven a large plate of alad, a weisswurst and an omelette. The meeting of cultures!
The next day I set out to the heart of
Brussels proved quite difficult to navigate. This meant I wandered around seeing all sorts of things.