Belgium Loves You
I almost feel guilty. Do you know how it feels to just walk around the place that you call home and realise that you are no longer transfixed by the sight of certain things? How everything that surprised you at first now is mundane and routine to the point of being unremarkable?
I recall feeling this when I moved back to Malta from the UK at the beginning of this millennium. At first, things that everyone ignored where fascinating to me. A few months past and suddenly I was a local once more treating the surroundings as nothing more than background visuals which I ignored until I started rediscovering them a few years’ later.
Now, in Belgium, I fear that I may have reached this point too. I have driven through this road many times before. It is a shortcut to the nearest petrol station that we use. The main road, littered with traffic-light-controlled junctions and tram intersections, is always busy so I take this route behind the buildings, zigzagging my way through the ‘burbs to reach my destination a little saner than I would have otherwise been.
I always pass at times when school is out so I rarely saw activity on this stretch of road. The signs indicating that children may cross randomly have always been there but I have always ignored them. The signs saying that you should slow down to 30 km/h during school hours have always sternly warned me about this but I never needed to pay attention.
The school itself is a nondescript building, shielded from the drivers view by the trees that line this road. There is a small drive-in meant for parents, I suppose, so that they can drop their kids off and not grind traffic to a halt. There also is a small sign that politely explains that the drive-in is not meant for parking but purely as a transit point:
I especially like how the driver is giving the kids the finger …
(Note: The Belgians seem to like the concept of kissing and riding outside of a red light district since I’ve also seen it elsewhere)
Do you have a favourite ‘Kiss and Ride’ Zone? Leave a comment and tell us about it!
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