My last days in Dunkirk are looming, for the foreseeable future anyway. Today I got the news I am going to Genk next week. For those without an advanced knowledge of Europe or the slightest interest, Genk is not Gent which is a different town. Genk is based close to the German border and whilst Gent is a lovely town and well worth a visit in anyone’s books, I am going to Genk, enough said.
So on what may be my last night one of my colleagues and I went for a walk around the town and in particular I needed some more milk for my morning cuppa and cereal. I managed to find a shop that sold milk but also found something I don’t think you can see anywhere but France. Apart from the Eifel Tower that is. A homeless man drinking from a bottle, but not wine or beer but champagne and before you ask he definitely looked homeless. A sort of champagno instead of a wino.
It seems at last the weather is warming up as it was definitely pleasant walking with just a light jacket. One thing I saw tonight, as normal, but it does still seem quite strange to me is the affectionate way they greet one another. Four people met in reception while I was waiting for my colleague and it was handshakes and kisses all around and it appears they had only left each other an hour or so before to get changed before dinner. Even at work colleagues shake and kiss everytime they seem to meet. My meeting today was with several French people and as each one came into the room they were all at it again. Dont get me wrong it is nice that they are so friendly toward each other, in England we struggle to stay civil with one another let alone kiss them.
All for now and time for bed
Night all
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