Monday 11 May 2009

flying out of Brussels airport
Greg and I have been in Belgium for the day playing at Scotland House, the Brussels home of the Scottish Government as part of a preview of the Edinburgh International Festival, along with Alyth McCormack and Brian McAlpine. Everyone was very nice to us, and there was a taxi waiting as soon as we stopped playing to get us home again for bedtime. 

Andrew (how did he get there?) and Greg survey the rather nice food in the dressing room

I think our original plan to get the Eurostar and the sleeper home for breakfast was ruled out on grounds of cost (shame) so a plane to Edinburgh and driving back home from there it is.  

There was a long line of goody-bags on a table near the exit on our way out: while not nearly shameless enough to nick one, and not having enough time to peek inside and see what the freebies were, instead I picked up a souvenir pen, so that when I got home to Glasgow I could show everyone where I'd been.

We had just enough free time when we arrived for a walk around the Parc Leopold and a quick sampling of cafe culture, with some excellent green tea and chocolate in my case. I was determined not to spend the entire day in taxis, airports and a conference centre.

These signs at the airport had us completely confused until our taxi driver explained to us that they're telling you not to spend too long saying farewell to your loved ones, and hogging the few parking spaces on offer. I don't think he felt he knew us well enough to comply with its instructions.

matching socks and bag