Vlaanderen International Airport
Vlaanderen, Batavian Capital Territory
The Kelasians would have seen from the sky the rapid growth of what was known locally as the BCT Conurbation. From the outskirts of the capital by the airport, which were constantly spreading out, from the rich suburb/township of Braamfontein, which was quickly steeling business and office space from downtown to the provincial capital of Robtwerpen, it all looked like one never ending mass of buildings and roads. (
The Kelasian delegation was met in the terminal and taken onto a Wirbewegen made motor coach. The Batavian Capital Territory (BCT) provincial government had purchased a small fleet not only for transporting the rather frequent visits of foreign VIPs, but for the use of provincial politicians as well. The Auditor General would have a thing or two to say about that come the next time she checked the books.
With a police escort they cruised along the main autosnelweg that led from the airport to the city. Bypassing the exits for downtown Vlaanderen, they drove slightly north to Braamfontein where the caravan pulled into the lot of the Braamfontein Conference Centre. A new glass structure of four storeys, it gave impeccable views of the towers of Vlaanderen and the industrial land in-between. Southeastern Batavië was home to rolling hills, yet most of the mid and northern reaches were flatlands below sea level and home to simple farmers.
The flag of Kelas and Batavië flew side by side and fluttered in the wind as
'Welcome to Batavië, I am so happy to see all of you here!' he made way for the conference centre. Its lobby ran the length of the long building with a three storey high ceiling and large windows to match the height, it was bathed in sunlight. They rode glass lifts to the fourth flore, which made way for one of the many conference rooms. Van Vliet had the largest one booked and took a seat across from the Kelasians.
'Now, I realise that you have all just experienced a, what five and a half, six hour flight?' Van Vliet habitually pulled up a map of the world in his conscious, zoomed in to Northern Europe then tracked the distance from Celes to Vlaanderen where he got the rough number from.
'Not to worry. Your hotel, located here in Braamfontein, is within walking distance. Your luggage has been brought there. We'll all enjoy a simple dinner here tonight before heading off tomorrow after breakfast. I would like to outline the agenda for this visit.'
The folders with a tour itinerary and meeting agenda were sitting before each place at the table.
'We will begin with a stop in Vlaanderen before heading down the A2 to Poortstad where you can all see the industrial city of Batavië. We will then swing north and then west to Noordveld Province where our famous farms are located. Batavië managed to become Scandinavia's breadbasket even under communist times and now our crop growing techniques are only improving. Last, but certainly not least, we will visit Hilversum, the capital for the Northern Council organisation, which you will all here a lot about from me during your stay. Probably enough to annoy you all!'
They shared a laugh before Van Vliet continued.
'Opening relations, trade and the Northern Council are the main priorities in our agenda, in reverse order, of course.' They laughed again.
'We may not be quite in discussion time, but I would love to hear from your delegation before we retire for the evening.'
Vlaanderen, Batavian Capital Territory
The Kelasians would have seen from the sky the rapid growth of what was known locally as the BCT Conurbation. From the outskirts of the capital by the airport, which were constantly spreading out, from the rich suburb/township of Braamfontein, which was quickly steeling business and office space from downtown to the provincial capital of Robtwerpen, it all looked like one never ending mass of buildings and roads. (
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). The cluster of taller towers denoted downtown Vlaanderen and in the distance upon approaching the airport one could make out the smaller cluster of taller building in Robtwerpen. Yet the area connecting all of this left little room for green space. Road, railways, factories, flat blocs, warehouses...it was endless. The former communist government had not planned the city region well and the comings of capitalism fed ferociously on the idea of private land and property. (Click my sig for wiki with brief history as I know you were gone for the recent happenings.) The Kelasian delegation was met in the terminal and taken onto a Wirbewegen made motor coach. The Batavian Capital Territory (BCT) provincial government had purchased a small fleet not only for transporting the rather frequent visits of foreign VIPs, but for the use of provincial politicians as well. The Auditor General would have a thing or two to say about that come the next time she checked the books.
With a police escort they cruised along the main autosnelweg that led from the airport to the city. Bypassing the exits for downtown Vlaanderen, they drove slightly north to Braamfontein where the caravan pulled into the lot of the Braamfontein Conference Centre. A new glass structure of four storeys, it gave impeccable views of the towers of Vlaanderen and the industrial land in-between. Southeastern Batavië was home to rolling hills, yet most of the mid and northern reaches were flatlands below sea level and home to simple farmers.
The flag of Kelas and Batavië flew side by side and fluttered in the wind as
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greeted and shook hands with every delegate that stepped off the bus. His office managed to find an interpreter that spoke Vlaams (Dutch) and Kelasian(?), but he spoke in German, rather sure that these men and women would be proficient in the wider region's most used diplomatic tongue. 'Welcome to Batavië, I am so happy to see all of you here!' he made way for the conference centre. Its lobby ran the length of the long building with a three storey high ceiling and large windows to match the height, it was bathed in sunlight. They rode glass lifts to the fourth flore, which made way for one of the many conference rooms. Van Vliet had the largest one booked and took a seat across from the Kelasians.
'Now, I realise that you have all just experienced a, what five and a half, six hour flight?' Van Vliet habitually pulled up a map of the world in his conscious, zoomed in to Northern Europe then tracked the distance from Celes to Vlaanderen where he got the rough number from.
'Not to worry. Your hotel, located here in Braamfontein, is within walking distance. Your luggage has been brought there. We'll all enjoy a simple dinner here tonight before heading off tomorrow after breakfast. I would like to outline the agenda for this visit.'
The folders with a tour itinerary and meeting agenda were sitting before each place at the table.
'We will begin with a stop in Vlaanderen before heading down the A2 to Poortstad where you can all see the industrial city of Batavië. We will then swing north and then west to Noordveld Province where our famous farms are located. Batavië managed to become Scandinavia's breadbasket even under communist times and now our crop growing techniques are only improving. Last, but certainly not least, we will visit Hilversum, the capital for the Northern Council organisation, which you will all here a lot about from me during your stay. Probably enough to annoy you all!'
They shared a laugh before Van Vliet continued.
'Opening relations, trade and the Northern Council are the main priorities in our agenda, in reverse order, of course.' They laughed again.
'We may not be quite in discussion time, but I would love to hear from your delegation before we retire for the evening.'