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Within five minutes of writing my sign I was sitting in the back of an empty white van, on a normal table chair, with nothing resembling a seatbelt, and trying to communicate with my first ever hitch hiking drivers. The big father driving, mother in the passenger seat, and three children in between. I asked if they speak French because I always presume that foreigners in Belgium will speak French before any other language, even though I don't speak it and I've learnt Dutch here, and French th...

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Was a business trip but I walked a bit trough Brussels, Aalst and Antverp)) nice, quiet country...