Gent is one of my favouritest cities ever in the whole world. We had a day off, so I decided to take Robert there. After flying to Brussels, we boarded a train to Gent, to commence what should’ve been a 1 hour journey. The train stopped and an announcement crunched over the speakers:
“Technical difficulties, please leave the train and go to platform three,”
Everybody got off the train and got on the one waiting at platform three. After everyone took their seats, another announcement came on:
“Looks like the technical issues have been resolved, so you can go back to the train on platform one. Don’t worry, the train will wait for you.”
So women scooped up their babies and elderly people eased off the train with their walkers and headed back towards platform one.
As we walked up the stairs to platform one, the train left!
It just. Fuckin. Left.
“Godverdomme!” I heard people exclaim. (“Goddammit!” in Flemish.)
So everyone started to trek back (again) to the train on platform three. Robert and I boarded the train, but some people (like those mothers and elderly people I described) took a little longer to get to the train.
Then the train STARTED TO MOVE LEAVING HALF THE PASSENGERS BEHIND!
“This is not fair!” one passenger exclaimed to the conductor, “Those poor people!”
And I faintly heard an announcement over the loud speaker that resembled something like “SUCKERRRRRRRS!!”
So, with all the kerfuffle, it ended up taking us 4 hours instead of 1 to get to Gent.
But no matter, it was worth it.
There’s a castle in the centre of Gent, a canal, medieval architecture, tiny doors for our tiny ancestors and lots of photo ops. We happily walked around the city in awe.