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2008-07-17

Hot Bruxelloise Babes

OK, one anecdote while I'm still shifting back to my normal, antipodean, boring lifestyle.

Remember gueuze?



I had, as you'll recollect, formed an unhealthy attachment to this most excellent of lambics when I was in Brussels. On the evening of July 9, I was back in Brussels from Athens, in order to fly out the next day. (Work had flown me in to Brussels; Work would take a dim view of flying me out of Athens.)

Btw, we do still need to

HELP BANKRUPT OLYMPIC AIRWAYS

even though I understand their plight marginally better after reading an on-topic newspaper article. Well actually I don't. The uniformed staff plead that Management is deliberately trying to kill them off by cutting down on services, and it's a war of attrition. That it may be. Yet as a poetaster once penned,

Olympic can be explained.
Olympic can be accounted.
Olympic cannot be excused.


I don't care if it's Management, the Italian Mafia, or commandos from the dwarf planet Makemake that are responsible for the flight being cancelled. You wear an Olympic Airways uniform, you apologise on behalf of Olympic Airways. Or you keep whining that both your managers and your customers are the enemy, in which case you deserve your fate. Pfft.

The Olympiaca delenda est digression is not all that called for, I must say, because the flight was a mere half hour later --- i.e. early, by Olympic standards. The locals have certainly adjusted. Overheard in the airport lounge:

What are you worried about? Have you EVER known an Olympic flight to be on time?


I'm surprised the flight wasn't cancelled: it was half empty. Still, we arrived at Zaventem Flemish Airport, more or less in one piece, and more or less within an hour of when we should. Zaventem Flemish Airport sure is complicated to get around; as I was trying to get to baggage collect, I thought I was testing out short-term memory treatments with a tail, pink eyes, and a white furry coat. I did eventually get there, with a whole bunch of Greeks around me chatting blasé about their surroundings; being from the diaspora, it still shocks me that Greece is now in the First World.

Of course, I was in Belgium now --- the torrential downpour in the middle of summer confirmed as much; and I was back to the delightful Belgian Dichotomy:



"Visit Wallonia!" and "Visit Flanders!" at the same tourist booth. Just Visiting Belgium doesn't really seem to be an option on offer. Decisions, decisions: French-speaking Belgium, or Dutch-speaking Belgium? Ah, bugger it, can I get a flight to Eupen instead? German-speaking Belgium, at least, has the advantage of being Neither Of The Above.

So the anecdote. I was overnighting at the Gresham Belson hotel, which advertises itself on wotif.com as an airport hotel. Well, it has an airport shuttle. And a screen with airplane departure times. But I've got a 30 Euro taxi bill that says "not quite Airport". Nice enough hotel, but "not quite City Centre" either. Which is OK, I was there to crash and not much else.

Because I'd already crashed before even getting off the plane, I wasn't in the mood for much cultural exchange. No Arglé Barglé Saucisson for me this time; I was going to use the True National Language of the Low Countries: English. Just Call Me imperialist. Or, more to the point, So Over This Travel Bizzo.

So I'm in the cab, with an affable enough cabbie (though not Jovially Moroccan), and the following exchange ensues. Remember, No Cultural Exchange. All in English. And Unnatural Attachment to Lambic.


ME: So. When did this rain start?

CABBIE [Indeterminately Low Countries accent]: You know... I don't even remember any more.

*restrained laughter*

CABBIE: So, are you here on business?

ME: No, I was a month ago. Now I'm just flying out of here. Basically I'm going to fall asleep at the hotel.

CABBIE: I see.

ME: Although if there's gueuze out there, I may go out after all.

CABBIE: Ah, well of course! Brussels has plenty of <foreign lang="en" accent="clouseau">girls</foreign>! All cities do, of course, but Brussels has... so many different kinds to choose from!

ME: ... Ah. Sure.

CABBIE: But you know, you will have to go into the City Centre. There is not much happening where the hotel is.

ME: Ah.


Hm. ɡøz. ɡɜz. ɡøz. Right. Well, my fault, really; the cabbie parsed probabilistically, and figured me for rather more natural types of attachments...

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