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I usually book the 6:25 PM train when I'm in Paris and need to be in Brussels the next morning. It takes about 80 minutes (those trains zip along at close to 200 mph). But today, I knew I had to be in Paris later, so I booked the 7:25 PM train. I left my office at 6:40, giving myself ¾ of an hour to get to the Gare du Nord, from which the trains to Brussels leave. The trip usually takes 20-25 minutes by métro (subway). I only have to change once, which was good, as I had my laptop bag, another shoulder bag with papers and bottled water, and a suitcase/trolley full of heavy books.
I got the first métro right away, rode the 2 stops, and lugged my stuff up the stairs (escalators? what are they?) and down the hall to the next line. Uh-oh. Loudspeaker announcements are saying that due to an abandoned suitcase in one of the stations on that line, traffic would cease for 45 minutes. I miss my train, and maybe don't get to Brussels at all if the other trains are fully booked. So, I dragged my stuff up a few more flights of steps back up to the street. It is rush hour, and ALL taxis are full. Not a free one in sight. I now have maybe 25 minutes to make my train. I go up and down the big avenue, but no way in the world to get to the station on time. Maybe if I were 20 years old, in running duds, and had no baggage at all, I MIGHT make it. But I'm 70, have a heart condition, and was laden down with luggage. I'm thinking, why do I DO this to myself? Who needs it?
Just when I'm about to resign myself to a long, expensive, and inconvenient evening/night, a taxi with its red light on swerves toward me, and the window across from the driver opens. "Are you looking to get to the Gare du Nord?" asks the driver. "I sure am!!" I answer. He says, "My passenger is, too. You look like you could use some help. He is OK with it, so if you want to hop in....?" OH yeah, I wanted to! It was still dicey, as I had maybe 17 minutes left until the train leaves, and we're still in the middle of stop-and-go rush hour traffic. But he does his best. The fare from where we were would have been about 7 Euros. I took out a 20 Euro bill and said, "here, take this, whether I make my train or not, just for your kind effort." He was blown away, thanked me profusely as if I had done HIM a favor (!!). Soon enough, I saw a train station at the end of a street he turned onto. But hold on, it didn't look right. No wonder, it was the Gare de l'Est. Wrong one. But he knew where he was going, and took a street here and there, and very shortly, we were across the street from the Gare du Nord. I jumped out, and got my luggage out of the back. I bumbled as best I could to my track with all my debris, and made my train with about 90 seconds to spare. I didn't have time to find my assigned coach and seat, but the conductor accepted my reason for being late, and said there seemed to be a free seat or two, and since Brussels was the next stop, I was welcome to sit in any unclaimed seat I could find. I did find one. Maybe not everyone had my luck with a taxi.
So, thanks to my Good Samaritan (actually, more like Good Camerounian or Good Ivoirian--his accent was definitely from one of the former French West African colonies), what could have turned into a nightmare disruption of my whole week, turned into a mildly stressful, but brief, 20 hiccup. I have a 9:00 appointment in Brussels tomorrow, and a 3 PM appointment at my office in the Netherlands in the afternoon, so spending the night in Paris would REALLY have messed me up.
So, here I am in Brussels, about to shut down for a few hours until breakfast, with my pulse completely back down to normal. I shouldn't be up at all, but I did want to follow the Georgia Senate race for a little while, even though anything OTHER than a Warnock victory would be a shock at this point. It's his margin I'm interested in at this point.
I must have done a good deed or two without noticing it recently, because karma was definitely with me tonight!
Reading your adventure, while listening to Georgia; gotta breathe!
DFW
(54,410 posts)Sedona
(3,769 posts)...to get to Brussels and then on to the Netherlands?
You're living my dream life!
I'm just in Tucker Georgia (Dekalb County), waiting for my vote to be counted.
I hope our night goes as well as yours did.
DFW
(54,410 posts)I also have to run down to Switzerland at some point for a few hours, and try to make it back to Spain before the next two weeks are over.
By the way, the studio I record with is in Atlanta, so I get there, too, once every blue moon.
You might like my office space, but I doubt you'd like my work hours.
highplainsdem
(49,005 posts)so much - I'd say you really need a less stressful job.
But you do love it, and they do need you...so I'll just say I'm glad you were able to make that train, and I hope you won't have to rush like that again very soon. At least not before you're caught up on rest.
DFW
(54,410 posts)I am taking the weekend off! Düsseldorf, here I come!
Dustlawyer
(10,495 posts)We had taken a day trip from London to Paris during our honeymoon. Enjoyed a great day when the guide brought us and several other couples back to the train station. The electronic sign above the entrance told a sad tale of fire near tracks outside of London that canceled all trains to London. This stranded thousands on short notice. We got the guide to score us hotel rooms for the night and set about trying to get back to London somehow the next day. My wife went to deal with the train people while I went to get a phone card to call my kids. A news crew stopped me and asked if I wished to be interviewed for the story and I declined. Made my call and went back to my wife. When I approached, she and a stereotypical snooty train representative were really going at it while the camera crew and reporter filmed.
The whole spectacle was surreal and funny to me. I stood there smiling, proud of my wife. When the representative stormed off the reporter turned to me. She asked me why I was smiling after being stranded on my honeymoon. I explained that I was not worried about getting back and that there were worse things than being stuck in such a beautiful city on my honeymoon. Then I said, "It is how you say, C'est La Vie!"
The next morning three other couples and me and my wife walk to Gare Du Nord to start our 5 train, 4 buses, and one 3 hour ferry ride back. As we approached the entrance some guys recognized me and started shouting C'est La Vie over and over while pointing at me. Then everyone there started saying it. It was one of the best memories we had on our adventure back.
DFW
(54,410 posts)My only man-on-the-street story is when I was stopped by a crew from German TV in New York asking me about some upcoming primary season. I said sure, and if youre from German TV, then we can do this in German. They then said oh no, we cant use you at all. The last thing Germans will believe is that we stopped some American at random on the streets of New York City, and he just happened to speak fluent Germaneven if that was exactly what happened.
Evolve Dammit
(16,743 posts)onecaliberal
(32,864 posts)badhair77
(4,218 posts)I love when things go the right way. Ok, maybe by way of a few wrong ways but happy ending indeed. So glad you ran into a good soul.
DFW
(54,410 posts)Right place and right time, I suppose.
MLAA
(17,298 posts)the furthest away via the tram to catch the last flight out to Tucson on a Friday night after a tough work week just as they are about to close the plane door! I feel your relief and joy!
NBachers
(17,122 posts)DFW
(54,410 posts)The taxi driver DID look a little like him, minus the glasses, and maybe 20 years older.....
fierywoman
(7,686 posts)DFW
(54,410 posts)Marthe48
(16,975 posts)I'll keep this one in mind if my travels ever go terribly wrong
DFW
(54,410 posts)There was that time about 40 years ago when I was on a Cubana Airlines Soviet-era jet (Ilyushin 62) from Havana to Montréal when it turned around, letting out fuel from both wings, and the crew lied to us, saying it was just a glitch in their navigation system. I was sitting next to a worried Canadian pilot who said BS, they don't dump fuel due to a faulty navigation system, they dump fuel because they're afraid of the fire that ensues when the plane crashes.
Marthe48
(16,975 posts)When I was in Iceland in Feb, with my daughters, mu planned tour of Reykjakik by city bus did not work out at all. I coined the term urban glacier that day. lol
DFW
(54,410 posts)But never in February!! Brrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr!
Marthe48
(16,975 posts)and she said it was the best time of year to see the Northern lights, which was her plan for her sister's 50th birthday. We didn't see the lights, but had fun with the things they planned.
DFW
(54,410 posts)I'm just not sure I want to be where it's cold enough for them to be visible!
Marthe48
(16,975 posts)My daughter sent this one the other day, not her video, she just shared it with us.
https://www.facebook.com/SeanParkerPhotography/posts/pfbid02AxZfaJdCrSx5V9YPu358xizyju7h8ZJPvarjNgPXbh13rAawWdhYLxDdUZeYAWVCl
DFW
(54,410 posts)The online videos only serve to whet one's appetite for the real thing.
Of course, the outside temperature would probably serve my appetite to get back indoors ASAP, too!
housecat
(3,121 posts)rubbersole
(6,702 posts)Especially for assholes like tfg today. But also good guys/good parents. Get some sleep and send chocolates.
DFW
(54,410 posts)bottomofthehill
(8,334 posts)She said it was magic. Already wants to go back and just got home yesterday. Christmas markets, walking tours, chocolate, ales, wines amazing trip.
DFW
(54,410 posts)You have to watch for pickpockets. They're really bad here. But other than that, they are really fun. And Brugge/Bruges is so fun, it should be made off-limits to diabetics due to mortal danger.
bottomofthehill
(8,334 posts)So she was able to eat, drink and not gain too much weight. She brought home amazing chocolate from 3 chocolate shops, each more amazing than the last and some small cakes from Angelinas. The only hard part for her was the American grab and go coffee does not exist.
She is now on the hunt for a Flemish Stew recipe. She had it for dinner twice and is in love with it as winter is rolling in here
DFW
(54,410 posts)So, I never lack for great food--it's as close as the dining room table.
CaliforniaPeggy
(149,640 posts)If you EVER retire, you could write stories! You're a natural writer (witness your excellent book!) and you might even make some money.
I'm so glad you're OK.
DFW
(54,410 posts)Congratulations on getting where you need to be. You and your taxi driver need gold medals for maneuvering all this. Your Kharma is doing great
DFW
(54,410 posts)The most I get is a shamrock for my luck that he was there!!
niyad
(113,364 posts)calimary
(81,322 posts)Im a nervous wreck watching the seesaw results from Georgia. Taking solace in the nearest camdy bar
bottomofthehill
(8,334 posts)DFW
(54,410 posts)Good night, all!
iluvtennis
(19,863 posts)Joinfortmill
(14,434 posts)DFW
(54,410 posts)This has been an insane autumn for me, but I'm paid to put up with the insanity.
I'm obviously quite used to Paris at this point. My work takes me there once a week. I'm sure that at times, I speak French in my sleep. My wife already complains that I sometimes speak Russian in my sleep. She understands some French, but no Russian, so she can't follow what I'm mumbling about.
AllaN01Bear
(18,262 posts)if u r a afib person like i am . please be careful.
I have traveled weekly for 25 years and quit my job to retire 5 years ago. I recently went on a two week trip through Ireland and Scotland. Great fun. Came home to MN through JFK. Worst travel experience of my life! 3 hours to clear customs and security. The lines of people were literally winding around like snakes of humanity. Felt like being in a 3rd world country. Hate air travel more than ever. Am staying home or driving from now on.
DFW
(54,410 posts)Usually, we leave from Düsseldorf. I can usually get into the VIP line, since I am platinum for life on Air France/KLM/Delta (Flying Blue). From Frankfurt, I will be leaving on Delta, so they will respect my Flying Blue Status and get me into the shortest line they offer. My wife, however, is not, and she can't leave until a few hours later. Because of that, she goes some roundabout route like Frankfurt to Amsterdam to Atlanta to Charleston, getting in at midnight on the 25th. If she is missing some luggage, her chances of tracing it at midnight on Christmas in South Carolina are slim and none.
When I fly intra-European, it's usually VERY early in the morning, rarely a flight leaving after 7 AM. On weekends, the lines for check-in and security are out the door by then. If they don't improve things, they will be telling passengers to show up 2 days before their flight. Frankfurt was so-so in April, and Zürich was actually well-organized. Barcelona was a crap shoot. Sometimes quick, sometimes not, but at least good with the baggage.
MontanaMama
(23,322 posts)Im so glad karma was in your corner. Get home already!
DFW
(54,410 posts)And I'm taking Thursday off! RHIP.
BlueTexasMan
(165 posts)Thanks for the little snippet of your life across the waters, it was exciting! It's exciting here in Texas tonight also with Senator Warnock coming onboard in these troubled times. Take care of yourself and don't push yourself too hard. Peace
malthaussen
(17,204 posts)malaise
(269,062 posts)Rec
PufPuf23
(8,791 posts)DFW
(54,410 posts)The Great Spirit was smiling on me last night!
(If Linus van Pelt is reading this, then, I meant to say, the Great Pumpkin, too!)
FakeNoose
(32,645 posts)... with the possible exception of Senator Raphael Warnock, that is.
He's had an interesting day too, and it finally ended successfully for him.
DFW
(54,410 posts)That was an event of national importance!
druidity33
(6,446 posts)it came up in the kitchen i work at the other day. What do people in Brussels call Brussels sprouts? Are they just sprouts? And obviously it is in, wait, do they speak Belgian? Is that a language? Forgive these tedious questions from an obviously ignorant American. But the people in my co-op kitchen actually want to know...
Elessar Zappa
(14,004 posts)speak either French or Flemish (which is a form of Dutch). As far as sprouts go, I have no clue lol.
DFW
(54,410 posts)Brussels Sprouts are called "Choux de Bruxelles," or Brussels cabbages. I don't know what the Flemish speakers call them. The Germans call them "Rosenkohl," or "rose cabbages," and, informally, "Babyköpfe," or baby heads, in slang. I don't even DARE ask from when THAT one comes!
Belgium is about one third French (sorta)-speaking and about two thirds Dutch (sorta)-speaking. There is tiny minority of German speakers in the east of the country. There are also several hundred thousand Moroccans living in Belgium. Some have integrated well, many have not. They are a very stubborn problem, the roots of which stretch back many decades. Unemployment among the youth is high, and it has led to mutual dislike that I will not get into here. Suffice it to say than many Belgians say that violent crimes are often committed by "the Swedes," because it was forbidden to report in the media that the perp was Moroccan. Again, a long story.
In Brussels itself, the French spoken is almost France quality (better, if you listen to people from Marseille or Toulouse). Out in the hinterlands--and Belgium is small, so that can mean 50 or less miles from Brussels--Wallon is spoken. It is a dialect, with many versions, that is not always easy to follow, even if your French is fluent.
Most of Belgium is Flemish ("Vlaams" )-speaking. Flemish is an antiquated version of Dutch. In Brussels, again, it's the accent that needs getting used to. Out in the country (sometimes even 30 km is far enough), there are parts where the dialects of Flemish are so different from town to town that sometimes people from villages 10 km apart speak their school English to each other because their versions of FLemish are just too different to make conversation easy. I can speak standard Dutch, and have gotten used to what passes for "standard" Dutch in Brussels. But when people from out in the country start speaking their dialects to each other, it might as well be Navajo. This happens a lot, and not only in Belgium. I was once sitting next to a pilot from Quebec on a plane from Havana to Montréal. When I heard him speaking French with his fellow travelers. I started speaking French to them. The pilot immediately warned me: "I'll tell you right now that with your Parisian French, we'll understand everything you say, and you will understand NOTHING of what we say." He was close to correct. Out in the boonies of Quebec, they speak a version of French so antiquated that no one on France can follow them any more.
That having been said, an actual Belgian language does not exist. The antiquated Dutch is called Flemish due to it's being spoken in Vlaanderen (Flanders). Anyone from Holland can hear in a second if you come from Belgium. If your French has a heavy Walloon accent, French people will hear that, too.
One thing that IS Belgian, (don't tell Republican members of the House of Representatives, they STILL don't know this yet is what we call "French" Fries. The people of France have been after Americans to stop calling them "French" fries for decades. When France refused to join the invasion of Iraq in 2003, the House Republicans, in an attempt to insult France, stopped calling the Belgian fried potatoes "French Fries," and instead called them "Freedom Fries" on the House canteen menu. To be clear, the Republicans, in a attempt to insult the French, finally agreed to remove one of the biggest insults to France in order to insult the people of France.
druidity33
(6,446 posts)though admittedly involved mostly in minutae. That's my forte! I guess i have one other question... because you brought up the "french fry" issue. While i was in Britain, of course it was "chips" and mostly people used mayo or "brown sauce" (never been sure what that is). Here in Massachusetts... it's ketchup mostly, but can otherwise be chipotle ranch, honey mustard, bbq, etc. So the question... what do people in your area dip their fried potatoes in? Do they call them chips too? I promise, this is the last diversion to this thread. But people want to know...
DFW
(54,410 posts)They are called pommes. Pronounced PUM-ess. In Dutch speaking areas of Belgium, as well as in Holland, they are called friten which basically just means fries. In Belgium, mayonnaise is standard, and in Holland you can usually choose between mayonnaise and satay saucea few centuries of colonies in Indonesia left their mark. In Germany, dips can be anything, just depends on your luck. Some places even specialize, and have almost as many different dips as Baskin Robbins had ice cream flavors.
JustABozoOnThisBus
(23,350 posts)Do the London bookmakers place odds on a Warnock victory, or do they use a point-spread calculation for the betting?
I made a donation to Warnock's campaign, but I wonder if it would have been smarter to simply place a bet. Anyway, it's a (narrow) victory. Good that your pulse returned to normal. I hope the suitcase that caused the chaos was just filled with laundry, not anything hazardous.
DFW
(54,410 posts)I never do it, and I am clueless about the mechanics of it, such as where to place a bet or how to determine odds, etc. I know it is done, but that is the extent of my "expertise" on the subject.
The suitcase was not filled with laundry (I had left that in the hotel in Brussels), but mostly with books and a few papers. More weight than I should have been carrying, though not really hazardous unless you intend to eat them, which I didn't. Since I wasn't headed for East Berlin--not really possible since 1989--there wasn't much danger of them getting confiscated, either. Before 1989, the socialist countries, especially East Germany, used to confiscate any printed matter being brought in from the West, no matter in what language. Could have been subversive, doncha know. I lost more newspapers that way, since I always forgot, and they never did. Anyway, if anyone placed a fuse inside my suitcase and lit it, the only thing that would have blown up would have been my blood pressure, and that after all my efforts to keep it down, too.
JustABozoOnThisBus
(23,350 posts)the abandoned one that caused the original station to be shut down. I don't remember any bad news, so I'm guessing there was nothing dangerous about it.
Running with a suitcase full of books, yes, that's an extreme workout for someone of "a certain age" like ourselves. So much for working "paper-less" in this electronic age.
DFW
(54,410 posts)I see now. You meant the abandoned suitcase somewhere on Ligne 4. We heard nothing, so it had to be some absent-minded traveler, or else someone that had stolen it from some other traveler, peeked inside, and saw that his theft had been a worthless effort, and so left it where it would draw the most attention--and thus none to himself.
oldtime dfl_er
(6,931 posts)I don't think I've ever read the words
"spending the night in Paris would REALLY have messed me up."
DFW
(54,410 posts)And all my personal stiff was in the hotel in Belgium, so I didnt even have a toothbrush.
housecat
(3,121 posts)We don't travel much anymore, but I remember we were on an extended honeymoon around Mexico with no particular destinations. While in Mexico City we decided to go to Oaxaca. A bus ride takes six or seven hours, but we thought a train ride would be faster or at least fun. Wrong. It took 17 hours stopping at every little town at least once to pick up people with their chickens and pigs. I wouldn't mind traveling with farm animals if there was air, but that was one luxury the train didn't have.
We made it to Oaxaca thinking that the worst was behind us, but we were wrong again We took a side trip to a neighboring town by bus, where , on the way back to Oaxaca new husband Ramon noticed a pick-pocket stealing people's money. These are poor people who definitely couldn't afford to lose it, so Ramon alerted the people and the bus driver to what was going on.That didn't go well with the bus driver who was part of the scheme; the people thought Ramon was the thief, and the real thief attacked Ramon. That was a mistake because Ramon was acquainted with martial arts and was very fast.
Unhappy being caught stealing and getting beat up by Ramon, the thief got out of the bus, went to the window where I was sitting and proceeded to punch me in the face. No good ending here, but at least we got back to the hotel -- where we got lice.
DFW
(54,410 posts)Ive heard similar stories from Mexico, but I havent actually been there in decades.
housecat
(3,121 posts)Besides, that was more of an adventure than one of the horror stories -- like four days in a Mexican jail with no food or communication with outside or with each other. You just can't make this stuff up.