A day in Paradise
Ghent Our trip to Gent was magical. One was for what the city had to offer (snow filled streets with a great confluence of the new age and the old age beautifully woven into a sight that should not be missed) and the other, for the man who was to take us around his city. Not so far ago, was the man I had met in a train in India and in my wildest dreams hadn’t thought we would meet again but as luck, co-incidence or fate would have it, here we were, meeting each other again, visiting his beloved city that he had spoken so much about and yet had so much to say. His name is Erwin and one of the finest men I have come across till date. We were welcomed in a style that would make an Indian feel shy (as we are known as the hospitable ones). And after exchanging almost 50 mails between each other, here we were, seeing his darling of a city first hand. Erwin not only was our guide for the entire trip but was the gentleman for whom we owe a lot of our trip to. He guided us immaculately