12 Days of Christmas in Congo – Approachable Me

Kristin King Author

inside airportYears ago, I was traveling with my husband and an old Army buddy in Prague when a man approached me asking for directions. I tried to help with my map, at least get him headed in the right direction. My husband and his friend laughed afterwards at the way they both braced themselves, watching for a pick pocket maneuver or such.

In Antwerp when I went to get my Congolese Visa, a man approached me at the parking meter. I’d forgotten that I was in Belgium rather than the Netherlands and wasn’t sure my bank card would even work at the meter. The meter took change though, and I was relieved to get my parking pass. There was a printed pass already in there, though, which was very odd. Why would someone pay and leave the ticket? Then the man was asking me how to do the meter, and I figured…

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