Belgium
Flight number 3, Ploughmans number 17. We had no idea what was about to hit us, from two rows in front of us, out of the nasal of an extremely H1N1-ridden couple of Belgians.
We’re in Brussels.
Here we are killing time backstage, testing out different looks and waiting to be led to the Traditional Belgian feast that had been promised to us.
Photo credit: Kenny.
Brussels street scene…
Finally, our feast! The first of quite a-many quiche.
The darkest time of day.
