My flight to London was a doozie. The old geezer sat next to me had the worst breath I ever smelled. Add the putrid stains on his trousers and you get the picture. To add insult to nasal injury, I'd paid for an upgrade on the overnight flight, but that meant that my larger seat no longer butted against the window ... which made falling asleep a lot harder.
Landing in England I noticed the smelly fella actually had a wonky face and that's when I realized he was probably a veteran, and that I was a shit for even bitching about his funk. Ah well.
A train, a taxi and another train and welcome to Belgium.
These are my hotel colors.
And this is how those colors are used to furnish the room.