Bonjour from Brussels 😀
That’s it. I made it. And in one piece, no less… but not without my fair share of drama!
I naïvely thought that this was going to be a stress-free and easy journey. I was most definitely wrong. The first half was great – besides a woman falling asleep on my shoulder pretty much the whole flight. I read a good few chapters of my book, I didn’t get travel sick on the coach and I even found a gluten-free breakfast option – livingggg. Getting off the coach at Brussels Midi (wherever that is) and being stranded there is different story completely.
I. Have. NEVER walked in so many circles as I did today, I think I must’ve walked the length of that train station at least 40-times over before deciding to venture out on my own; which, as it turns out, was a really bad idea. To save my 4G I decided not to use my google maps and just follow a screenshot instead. I mean, I sort of knew where I was going (I had no idea where I was going). It took me 45 minutes of walking uphill with over 25kg of luggage to finally admit defeat. Yes, I was royally lost. Cue Jessica Kieran, my knight in digital armour!
Immediately Jess jumped to my rescue, acting as a little sat-nav in my ear, all the way from the UK! Turns out I was at the complete other side of Brussels, about a mile and half away from where I needed to be; I had been walking in the complete wrong direction. Long story short, with Jess’ help, I found my way to IHECS (woo!) but my drama didn’t end there.
Whilst walking to my new apartment I got lost at least another 3 times. Aimlessly walking around the streets of Brussels, looking very flustered, mumbling to myself and booting my cases for getting stuck on anything and everything. Eventually I find my way there to see no landlord waiting for me, no open door or sign to tell me where to go, not even an email or a phone call 😀 Turns out I got my dates wrong and came a day early. HA, FUN. I then had to trek to pretty much every cheap looking hostel/hotel in the area eventually settling on the Max Hotel. I know… I was worried too, but a private en-suite for €40, I wasn’t complaining. As it turns out the hotel was/is lovely! The receptionist was chatting to me about my travels and must’ve asked me, about 70 times, to write a good Tripadvisor review when he discovered I’m here studying journalism & PR.
By the time I’d settled into my room and popped out to quickly buy some more comfortable shoes it was 7pm and I’d been surviving on 3-hours sleep and a bucket load of coffee. I needed food and a nap. So now here I am, lay in bed, regretting napping for so long, but well fed at least! It’s gonna be a longggg night! On the bright side, the city is absolutely gorgeous and I have most definitely fallen in love.
Bonne nuit, mes amis!