Season: Spring. Weather: Chilly. Location: Brussels – chocolatey, Antwerp – funky, Amsterdam – eye opening Company: Locals – regimented, foreigners fun. Affordability: Can’t say, everything was paid for. Highlight: Tormenting our Belgian handlers on a daily basis. Lowlight: Brussels, apart from the center square, I just don’t see the point of it. It’s like an experiment to see if you can bore someone to death. I originally wrote this many years ago, but thought it was worth a mildly edited repost here. This is all about my first trip to Europe, in May 2000. I’d been out of the country before, but never to a place that required a flight. Being a poor student at the time there was no way I could have managed this trip on my own budget, so fortunately for myself and a young miss Winnie Zwane, we were sponsored by the Belgium group of Katholieke Studenten Jeugd, a Belgian youth movement, supposedly related to the catholic church, but in reality not at all. Winnie and myself were on the NEC (National executive committee) of the Association of Catholic Tertiary Students (ACTS) and were therefore a fairly logical link for the KSJ guys in South Africa. So KSJ would pay for us to go join them on a youth conference called WorldShake. Then in a few months they would all fly out to come explore South Africa.