Brat­is­lava 21

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The reas­on I had to leave Weyer so early in the morn­ing was that my flight was from Brat­is­lava. I managed to time it so I could leave my suit­case with the luggage man at the station (he has very strictly observed lunch and coffee breaks prob­ably set in stone since 1976), and go into town with some cowork­ers for a few hours. It was also nice to be back some­where famil­i­ar again after 18 months break.

The sewer man was still there.

I should have just stayed in Brat­is­lava and not bothered going back to the UK. The weath­er was great. I came home to a storm and such badly disrup­ted airport trains that after sitting on a broken down train for sever­al hours, had to resort to stay­ing with friends in London because I was in danger of miss­ing the last train to Margate.

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