day of the (belgian) undead• 16 comments •
Imagine having the tranquility of your chocolate shopping disturbed by a cacophony of moans and screams. This was the scene during one of our days in Brussels. As we followed the (fake) bloodied parade to it's meeting point, we determined that we must have inadvertently found ourselves in the middle of a Belgian zombie walk. With no fixed plans for the day we decided to hang around and join the crowd.
It was as amusing to walk around and see the different costumes as it was to watch the confusion of other tourist and locals upon seeing the crowd.
After some showboating for the cameras, and a briefing of the rules from the organizer, the walk started with hundreds of undead-costumed Belgians cramming onto the cobble stones streets of downtown Brussels.
We remembered that we had "participate in a flashmob" on our wanderlist. Technically this zombie walk was not a flashmob, since it was an annual event and well planned in advance, but our participation in it was spontaneous, so we figured it would count. Alex volunteered to be a "victim", which consisted of being mock-infected by a large groups of zombies. Despite boo-ing all the rules before starting out, the participants were very courteous and helped the victims to their feet after dramatizing an attack.
Of course, no self-respecting zombie walk would be complete without zombie-kids walking around, chants for "zombie rights" (in French), and simulated body part consumption.