I’ve been to a few cities in Belgium and mostly forget what I did or saw since that first visit in 2006.
I’ll never forget the patronizing chastisement I got at the Eurostar check-in in Brussels before taking a train to London in 2009.
I had a great day in Brussels, walking around the city and just generally sightseeing. Again, I really wish that I had pictures from this time.
When I arrived at Eurostar, UK passport control did what UK passport control does: be a super asshole.
The lady working there basically told me that she wasn’t sure why they should let me into the UK and actually made me pay an international call to prove to her that I had a flight home from London and would be leaving within a few days. One of those “let me prove that I’m in charge here” moments from someone who is obviously not in control of anything in life outside of that booth.
I remember enjoying walking around Brussels. This memory has eclipsed that.
Perhaps, I should get back to Belgium and have a new memory to replace this woman on a power trip.This entry was posted in Belgium, Brussels, Europe