Brussels, about 15 years ago. We got a taxi from the station and when he heard our destination the taxi driver said ‘I’m very sorry to be dropping you here. Be careful.’
We got to our hotel and the name of the hotel looked like it had been painted on the door with tippex.
We got to reception and the receptionist was checking that all couples staying in the same room were married. Luckily we were.
We left the hotel for a walk and there was blood on the pavements and we were followed through the streets. I felt so unsafe and cried with relief when we found an open cafe.
We heard gunshots overnight and saw a fight through our hotel room window. We didn’t leave the hotel again until it was time to leave (luckily only 3 days).
We would go down for breakfast, which was horrible, eat as much as we could stomach and then go back to the room. Luckily there was a tv and the World Cup was on.
When we came to leave, we got to the station a little early and waited in a park. There was a group of men there harassing all the single woman.
Fast forward a few years and we discovered it was where the terrorist cell that carried out the Bataclan attack in Paris came from. It didn’t surprise me at all.