Belgium – Oude Abdij Drongen
Myokei and I met each other at the airport in Brussels without any major incidents. I fell down in the terminal and then couldn’t get back up but thanks to the kind hands of the Belgium police, the Belgium army, and Belgium customs agents they picked me up and got me steady on my feet. We caught a train headed to Drongen but missed the stop, there were no announcements nor any signs. But because…