Belgium doesn’t like me much.
I requested a booking change a week or so ago, for my Leuven hotel, so that I could stay only one night and visit with friends in Brugge. I offered to pay for both nights if necessary, if they had a two night minimum or something. As I was supposed to do, I did this through the internet agency that I made the original booking with. It took a few days but I got back a confirmation that said sure no problem, one night, same rate, etc.
I’m sure you can see this coming.
Today I got to Leuven, walked in the hotel (right across from the station, as advertised), and found they gave my room away to someone yesterday, they held it until midnight, yada yada yada. They never got the change from the internet people.
Since of course everything was booked, there was nowhere in town for me to stay, only some random place ten minutes’ taxi ride out of town. I had no intention of going to some mystery hotel ten minutes’ taxi out of town, paying four ten-minute taxi rides, probably no internet, etc.
Belgium, I’m done with you. I’m going to Lille. If I can’t get ahold of Kevin tonight, I will find somewhere there to stay no doubt. I’d rather walk away from a €75 ticket than walk into some cash-eating hell of an unplanned hotel. And it’s pouring rain. I’m sure later this concert will be regarded as one of Radiohead’s finest moments, but Oh well, I have the same lineup tomorrow at Arras with no mud.
Vive la France!
Addendum: Kevin was around and came and picked me up and yay, it’s all good, and I have internets and a cat and a guinea pig to look at (I’m going batty at dogs in the street, it’s getting embarrassing). AND the sun is shining