Another day of the conference and we were fed some more of the “Right Place Right Time” bullshit. Nonetheless the strategy of nodding your head in agreement to what everyone says and the odd question is enough to prove that one was partially interested and fully attentive.
The “insightful” conference made way for the delightful cycle ride in the English Garden by the Iser River. The temptation to jump into the water was well resisted as one had to be back in time for the gala dinner.
The picturesque setting of the dinner by the lake was straight out of a postcard. While the venue was indeed out of this world – the dinner was as predictable as it gets. The social butterflies fluttered, the alcoholics stuttered and the management uttered...right place right time!
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