5 Februray...5 am. Lots of anxiousness and stress concerning the flight that was going to take me to the place where I am to spend the next 5 months to come... Fear of the unknown, fear of airsick, fear of being so afraid that I won't manage to cope with the situation..
After 1 hour spent in Koln, we finally arrive in Charleroi Airport, some 40 kilometres away from Brussels. State of things can be resumed in three words: stress, tiredness and luggage(more than anyone can ever imagine).
Train, bus, train, luggage, bus, luggage, train... That was, in short, the itinerary we had to follow to get to Gent. Asking for directions, choosing the wrong streets and having to mount in trams accompanied by the luggage made the 5th of February everything but a memorable day. At the hotel...another surprise: no elevator... I won't go on commenting upon what happened next, as, you can imagine, the whole situation had to do something with the word "luggage".
In the evening...sleeep...piles, huge hours(more than 11) of deep dreamless sleep...
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