I’m on the bus to the airport from the Holiday Inn. That turned out to be a
bit of a trick. The bus leaves every 30 minutes. But, there are two busses!
One goes to the airport, the other takes people to various businesses in
the area. No mention of which bus is which, except that at 8 a driver came
into the lobby and said (in Dutch) “airport”. A whole crowd of people
surged out of the lobby and I followed in the middle of a group. Got on the
bus and the driver started asking for destinations: “Cicso,” “NATO,” “DHL,”
and then me, “Delta.” Big commotion. About five of us were on the wrong
bus. The driver jumped off and stopped the other bus. We five got onto the
right bus and are now safely on the way to the Brussels Airport and back to
the US.
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