I arrived at the airport and my phone blasted me with a flurry of texts and voicemails, but not until I'd walked outside to the transit area. Fortunately, one of the messages was from Roger, who'd decided to hire a car and planned to meet me at the airport but didn't know which flight/terminal or anything.
Texts and phone calls later, he arrived in his silver Sixt and we sat-navved our way to the hotel before a mid evening supper and a few drinks.
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