Am in Brussels for three days. Belgium, with its bad roads and hidden, confusing and contradictory road signs. Where it's no surprise to see pedestrian lights simultaneously on red and green. Where I am certain congestion is 18% higher than it should be due to tourists and out-of-towners having to go all over the place to get back to where they were before they took the wrong turning thanks to a poorly placed road-sign.
The Belgians (in this part of the country) drive like the French, with that barely-concealed death-wish, which combined with road markings that can sometimes even direct traffic head-to-head makes for exciting driving.
If the French Belgians drive with a death-wish, they eat with an appreciation of life that makes the Dutch and English eating style seem like a death-wish. On the first night, we directed ourselves to a Tunisian restaurant and pigged out on Couscous which we topped with apple flavoured smoke. I'm still digesting it.
Top International TV moment: MacGyver dubbed into French.