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| Week 9, Sunday: Charles de Gaulle | 2024-09-29T21:55:00+02:00 |
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Good morning, Sunday! Yesterday's night on the town in south-western Paris took a tole on our group. Most of us are still sleeping it off, and I as well wake up fashionably late at 10:00. I decide that I've been hanging out on the couch horizontally for long enough and I fold up the bed. I brush my teeth with a bottle of Jack and make coffee. I think the sound or perhaps the smell of coffee has stimulated the gang just enough to wake up also.
Clément reveals himself and says he has to quickly go outside. He reappears fifteen minutes
later with freshly baked goods. By this time, Alarig has plopped himself on the couch and drinks a
coffee with me. Only Sven still remains in /dev/null. We talk about tech: how IXPs are formed, who
peers and who doesn't, the cool Juniper central MX204 paired with remote switch 'blades', and
Clément conjures one up. Along the way, I lazily write my journal from yesterday.
Sven joins us at noon or so, and we continue to babble on about people, companies, the formation of Hivane, IPng, BreizhIX, FrysIX, and more. It's fun learning a bit about my "far west" (France) and the "far west" in France (Rennes, where BreizhIX is). But, at 13:37 I have gained as much tactical intelligence as I could, so I decide to take my leave. Thank you Clément for the wonderful stay!
I took an Uber from the airport to the city, but I'm definintely taking a train back - it's both cheaper but more importantly, it's much faster. Punching in CDG in maps, I find that there's a B metro that goes from the Catacombs at Denfert Rochereau direct to the airport. Slick! The train ride is easy going and I arrive at Charles de Gaulle at around 14:30.
I do see that there's another Swiss flight to Zurich, maybe I can switch to that one? But alas, it's delayed by 2.5hrs already, scheduled now at 17:30, whoops. The flight crew is also sitting on the chairs, but I see that they eventually leave. And yes, thirty minutes later, the flight is simply canceled, so I'm pretty sure I'm not going to be on it :)
I end up watching a few episodes of Lilyhammer and eat a sandwich. I made a small mistake thinking there would be a larger concourse here, but the gates I'm at are divided into blocks of ten, with security right at the block, so there's gates 60-69 here, with one sandwich shop and one dutyfree liquor and cigarette joint, and that's ... it. No bars, no warm meal, nothing. But, there's a power outlet so my laptop will save me through this hardship.
One full season of Lilyhammer later, I board LX645 to Zurich. The flight is only 46 minutes, which I think is pretty cool, and Marina is here to pick me up from the airport, just as I walk out the door. We drive home and chat about the last few days, and about all the french I learned and all the frenchmen I met, and the fun we've had.
I have to get to bed early tonight though, because (a) I am running a sleep deficit and (b) tomorrow Tim arrives on the sleeper-train from Amsterdam at 08:00.
Pictures of the Day
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