On the train from Frankfurt to Brussels, I had a lady from Ghana for company. She comfortably called herself black, and that her husband is “white man” who had been to India. She was comfortable talking about a lot of other things as well, and when she came to the part about why she and her husband appreciated Indians because of the use of water for certain toilet practices, enacting it out, it was a bit too much.
When I reached Bruxelles Central at 10pm, it was still not dark. Piyush and Ketan took me around for the night. The Grand Place was very grand and lively considering it was almost 11pm. Lots of tourists and street shows. Mannekin Pis, is very famous all over the world, but it lay in a dark corner. Actually I felt that it was justified, since it did not deserve as much fame as it had. We tasted a chocolate waffle, bringing back memories of Max Brenner. I learnt that if you by mistake order French fries in a Belgian shop, they often end up giving a lecture as to how the French stole credit of the fries (frites) which should actually be called Belgian frites.
Piyush was a very good host, and after a good night sleep at his hostel room, we went for a walk around to a forest which I couldn’t make out whether it was natural or artificial. The three of us, included Diptrix and Pranav into our team and then we went on a mission to waste 8 euros each. The Atomium with 9 spheres interconnected in some weird manner, making us rack our brains as to which chemical compound it resembles most, looks really impressive from below. But we should have been satisfied with that. God gave us a chance when we all joined the queue to the toilet by mistake, but fate …
Moral of the story : 1.5 euros make a huge difference. Arnab would most probably explain how.
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