Today the Belgian buses went on strike so I had myself a full day of walking. I saw more canals.
one of the city gates
some windmills
and one disturbing wind sculpture.
Apparently it dances when it is windy. (?!) I didn’t hang around to watch. The forecasted rain never fell and instead I got a sunburn and I think a bunion.
After a long, hot day of walking around and looking around, I finally made my way back to the train station.
The train line to my airbnb had been cancelled. The exact translation was “abolished.”
Fun times!
This is how people roll, I guess. Public transportation is convenient except for when it’s not. I have learned to always have enough money for a taxi. I wasn’t even mad, though I had already bought a now worthless ticket and had to spend an obscene amount of money on a taxi. I guess this is what people meant when they said I’d “get used to it.” I am used to it, and it doesn’t feel good or comfortable. It just feels like I’m too worn out and broken to fight it anymore. I’m the public transportation system’s battered wife.
Tomorrow I am going to Amsterdam and have only 5 transfers from here to there.
What could go wrong.
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