Anti-chronologically:
I arrived at a colleagues house in Budapest to spend the night. Tomorrow I will check out Budapest and then go to the conference venue at Balatonfüred.
The driver of shuttle from the airport drove like a madman, with Rick Astley's Never Gonna Give You Up, Vaya Con Dios, and Hungarian pop best classified Eurovision Song Contest material on the radio. *Shudder*
I arrived in Budapest airport after a pleasant flight with Malev just minutes before the Hungarian football team was going to make their entrance for their return from Copenhagen, where they beat Denmark. I made my exit before they arrived.
I met my mother between flights in Paris, and we had lunch close to Saint-Michel metro station.
Horrible, horrible flight from Salt Lake City to Paris. Fat guy next to me sleeping the whole way, and I got no sleep. Back to now, I am jet-lagged and tired, but unable to sleep at midnight local time.
You were Rickrolled... by an airport shuttle driver!?
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Yeah, I know. Surreal, right? And there was no way to stop it there either, as the driver didn't speak English.
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