Did hangover for most of the day, then went to a little festival for an hour, where I saw beardyman play. Most easily the best beat-boxer I've ever seen.
Then had to rush back to the airport again because I still had a flight to catch. Arrived at the airport 1.5 hours before my plane was supposed to leave. Entered queue for customs and left that one 5 minutes before my plane was supposed to leave (something had them give everybody a full cavity-search) *gaah!* Then still had to take a train to gate , which had me arrive at my plane 10 minutes after it was taking off. Fortunately it hadn't. Fortunately I wasn't the only person that was late either.