Although in general my life at the moment is going in an upward route, my traveling experiences are deteriating with the minute. It is not that I intended to write some blogs on the wonderful world of travel. Nore I intended to write down my own wining on personal issues; however, I have too. Not writing this down, would be a loss of a lot of laughs, ofcourse something I do not want to be guilty of.
When I stood at the busstop today, I was ignorant. Simply ignorant. I did not want to believe. However, when the bus did not show up at the agreed time, panic attacked. If I would not get this bus I would be too late for my train, therefore to late for my other train, and the other; and in the end would I miss my flight. And that is when my brain made the necessary links for me to understand what was going on: the universe does not want me to travel…
As some of you may remember, some weeks ago I missed my flight to Dublin. Which, without a doubt, was kind off my own fault. I forgot to ask the Busdriver if he was going to Charleroi OR Charleroi Airport. The difference was that I was not on my plane when it took off, I was at the airport though, I just arrived.
A few days later on I needed to be in Brussels again. I was supposed to arrive at a quarter to eleven pm. Just in time to catch a metro to my Bed and Breakfast. And there I stood in Rotterdam, my train had been cancelled. When the next one (one hour later) arrived, I was still hoping to catch a metro, since the lines closes at twelve. How lucky was I when the train had half an hour delay and I needed to take a taxi to my B&B when arriving at Brussels.
After a couple of days in Brussels I had to go back to the Netherlands to fly from there to London. I was already sceptical on trains in Belgium, so I decided to leave one train earlier then I would normally. Talking about good decisions: one and a half hour delay made me run for my plane. Ever ran with a laptop bag and a trolley not to miss your flight? Never knew I could run that fast….
If this would be all, it would be an enourmous slapstick already. Friends do even not want to travel with me anymore, because I am cursed according to them. And when one friend of mine told me this when I could not get to Brussels after my trip to London, because the whole of Belgium was on a strike, I thought it was a bit exegerated. However, this morning, standing besides a busstop with flashbacks in my head, did made me realise one thing: my friends are right, the universe does not want me to travel… One thing bothers me about it: Why?
