Monday may the 23, 2005.

Main impression:
Embassy.

Odor:
The amonia smell that they probably use to clean/desinfect the embassy. Not that I really smelled amonia but that is the impression it gave me.

Color:
The red of the canadian flag.

Flavor:
The Wesvleteren at the Bier Circus.

Sound:
The O Canada that my imagination kept playing.

Texture/sentation :
The sensation of waring a shirt with a starched collar and a tie. Everything is clean, official and secure. There is more bulletproof glass at the embassy than most banks.

You never can speak directely with someone, you're always separated by a window, even the documents are exchanged thru sliding drawers. If you have problems don't expect to get a handshake or a conforting hand on your shoulder. Even when someone take charge of your case and ask you to pass in an office it's still go thru a window. They may be afraid of terrorist but it look like if they are afraid of germs.

Day summary:
Anne-Marie (the owner of the B&B where I stay) gave me a list to the embassy and I spent part of the day doing paperwork to gat back my lost documents. I had to go take new pictures for the new passeport and I took the occasion to lunch in a small Thaï resto near the embassy (closed for lunch). After I had to search the internet to find the addressses of the peoples I gave as references, their computer kept on freezing every five minutes so it was long. I also contacted the Air Transat office in Antwerp to get a new plane ticket, photocopied the police report and faxed all documents. So a lost day with paperwork.

Finaly, I went looking for the Bier Circus, I finally noted the address and looked for it on a map. I took a Wesvleteren 8 with a steak-fries.

Note : The Bier Circus moved in august. It went from the 89 to the 57 of the same street.

I finished the day going back to stroll on the Grand-Place.