The next day was Sunday and I open my eyes to realize that I was late to go far away to anywhere from Herentals. Determined not to waste my day, I decided the next best option to see, the city I was living. Although we had been staying here for 15 days, we had not seen anything except the railway station. But with no mode of transport and no clue about the public transport, the task was just a bit too difficult.
Another problem that I did not think about and which had reached critical point was the cash I had. Although my colleagues had paid for the hotel, I was low on cash as we had exhausted everything and paid for everything from transport to food. Some of the money was to be compensated by the company but with company office in Amsterdam, there was no way I could reach there.
My return flight was from Amsterdam on Tuesday morning. So I had to use the available cash wisely. I knew the direction of the railway station and that is where I figured would be the city Centrum. I could walk along the road but then it would not be much fun watching the cars go by. The other route which I thought led to the same station would be along the river behind the hotel.
I was so wrong!
I started walking along the river. It was October and although it was not winter yet, it was considerably cold. Atleast colder than what I was used to in Mumbai. When I started walking after midday, the day was quite sunny. I did not sweat. It was a quite country-side with almost no homes near the river. I was the only one walking along the river. Halfway into the road, heavy winds started blowing accompanied with rain. I was caught in between without any cover from the rains.
The climate changed by the minute. It was bright and sunny one moment and the next moment it was raining like crazy and winds blowing at great speed. I continued shooting with the camera. It was becoming difficult with strong winds and rains and no place to take shelter. I had walked almost 2 hours in rain and wind to finally reach the station.
I wondered where to go and decided to go to the nearest town the train takes me. I took the minimum ticket and boarded the train to travel to Lier, a town next to Herentals. I was might disappointed because the town was deserted. Rain and strong winds had not been silent yet. I had a burger and a cold drink near the station and decided to explore the town. However the wind and rain increased so much that, it became impossible to look at the town. The sky was turning overcast and it was wise to go back to the comfort of the hotel.
I walked the empty street before I decided to call it a day. The sky had really turned dark and I walked against the wind toward the station. The station as expected was empty and although it was just one stop to Herentals, the trains were a little late because of the rains. As the train drove into the station, I got in the first compartment that came in front of me.
The train was surprisingly empty with only a couple of people in. I sat in the empty section of the train watching outside as the train made its way slowly to Herentals which was actually a 5 minute journey but actually took 15 minutes.
As I sat there, a lady ticket collector came to check the tickets. I had my ticket so did not worry much but one look at the ticket and she politely told me that I was sitting in the first class.
First class? I looked around. Just beyond the glass partition was the second class and to tell the truth there was absolutely no difference between the first and the second class except that a tiny “1” was written near the glass partition and the colour of the seats were different. I mean how do they really justify the high fares of first class compartment. They looked the same.
I had never traveled without a proper ticket in my life and here I was in a foreign country sitting in a first class with a second class ticket. The ticket collector was kind enough to let me stay but I got up and stood near the door, apologetic and embarrassed. When the station arrived, I got down as fast as I could.
Taking a taxi, I reached the hotel in the late evening. The rain was lashing on the car’s windshield but that much rain we had seen earlier too. Looking at the weather, I decided to stay put in the hotel and enjoy the Sunday Hollywood movies. While switching channels, I managed to catch some local news in English.
Europe had witnessed the most fiercest storm in 15 years that day. TV news showed trees being uprooted and a lot of destruction due to rains and strong winds. A lot of Belgium had suffered from the storm and I was the one who had walked through without even knowing it. What I was thinking as strong winds and rains was actually a storm that just passed over Europe.
The last Sunday in Europe turned out to be quite eventful even though I did not know about it!
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Note: I just cannot reduce it. I should be ending it in few more parts
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