After a 5am alarm call, a taxi at 6am, and breakfast at Heathrow airport, we finally took off a little before 9am, and set off towards Copenhagen, Denmark. We thought we were being clever travelling light - only bringing carry-on bags with us- so you can imagine our reaction at the departure gate when we were informed that our bags would need to be checked in.
The flight was mercifully routine. British airways really broke the bank - handing everybody on board a biscuit, and a small bottle of water each.
After a little over an hour in the air we descended through thick cloud and rain towards Copenhagen Kastrup airport - and amused ourselves watching the entirely predictable bun fight to get off the aircraft first. Why do people do that?
Security at Kastrup was equally amusing - with four security officers dealing with an entire airport’s worth of arrivals. After forming four orderly queues, two of the security officers finished their shift - which triggered everybody in the queue over a certain age into predictably hilarious grumbling and bellyaching.
The nice lady that eventually let us set foot in Copenhagen asked us where we were staying, and the nature of our stay - while staring at us with the same smile a Great White shark might flash at its next meal. Thankfully she let us go.
After dropping our bags at the hotel, we set off on foot into the heart of the city with no map and no guide book - because after buying the best Lonely Planet guide that money can buy, we forgot to bring it with us. Genius.
We spent the afternoon wandering the city - hopping from cafe to cafe - and somehow found our way to the Copenhagen city museum, and then visited the cafe inside the museum - just to complete the journey really.
We’re back at the hotel now - checked in and holed up in the room. We’re eating in the hotel restaurant tonight before venturing out tomorrow towards the city harbour, and perhaps some more cafes. Tuesday will take us to Tivoli Gardens.
p.s. writing this on an iPad. It’s painful.