Less than one week into a nearly six-month stint in Brussels and I had already racked up my first travel mishap. Heading out to an Internet caf for a scheduled online chat session, I was so sure of my route until I came up against a dead end with no sign of the correct street. Only then did I realize that I had walked a good 20 minutes in the wrong direction. I dejectedly backtracked, arriving at the caf 30 minutes late only to discover it was closed. While frustrating and a bit demoralizing, my story is nothing compared with the travel disasters most of us will accumulate in our lives on the go

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