Sleep then fly, fly then sleep

Never again, never ever again, we said, after crawling out of bed at 3am and gloomily standing in the wintery District II street half an hour later waiting for the Budapest Airport minibus. When it arrived, it proceeded to roam seemingly endlessly around damp and dark District XI to collect a few more passengers. The next time we have to fly out of Budapest at dawn, perhaps we’ll try that new hotel they’ve built right next to the terminals...
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