Before even getting on the plane to Edinburgh we got our doses of stress and annoyance. Unclear signs with resulting angry cab drivers – obviously this was not the first time people turned in here by accident! If it takes 5 minutes to read what is on a traffic sign, something is really wrong. Anyhow, arrived at the airport in time, checked in our baggage, paid our respect to the victims of the March attacks, passed border control.Terminal B at Brussels Airport. Not my favorite terminal. I find it boring and it just got worse… 19 full minutes to receive our sandwiches… SANDWICHES. When I noticed it was a new guy on the job, who didn’t speak Flemish very well, I backed down and placed the order of 3 sandwiches one by one, ensuring I kept it clear and simple.
We made it safely to Edinburgh. Bags on the belt. One last stop: pick up of the car. Mega-stress. My credit card doesn’t work to reserve an amount and my bank is closed on this Flemish bank holiday. No problem, I can pay with other cards, cash, credit card of my friend… plenty of money available. “No, not possible. It has to be the card used for the reservation and linked to the registered driver”. ??? One step back. I want to pay, please. “No, maybe switch drivers?” That’s not something we are considering. I am driving. Period. I am getting so stressed out, sweating like hell. Luckily my friend is right next to me being zen. Finally, the agent found a way out by adding another driver, making my friend main driver, and accept her credit card without extra charge. She was brilliant.
But stress didn’t stop there. Left. I need to drive on the LEFT side of the road now. Aarghhh.