Copenhagen the start




After the spontaneous decision to go to Copenhagen, the early days were a frantic race to ensure that all went smoothly, within the hour to go, flight, hotel, train, all booked up without either having, or knowing if I could get a passport in time, while waiting and praying I was able to ponder over my itinary knowing that such a short period in the city could only be useful if all was planned prior to departure; my fears passed as the passport arrived well in time which was more than can be said for the trains as I spent half the night in dark and deserted rail stations waiting for a 4am connection.


The night before departure was one of little sleep such was my excitement of the journey, with my bags my overnight journey to Manchester Airport was therefore extremely tiring having got little or no sleep prior to the 11 pm departure. a four hour wait at Preston and a four hour wait at the airport therefore guarenteed a sleep filled flight, not a chance


I arrived in Copenhagen around 1pm local time, the hotel fortunately was only minutes away, however by the time I had checked out of the airport and into the hotel the clock was ticking and my schedule awaited, however, by the time I got to my room the only thing that had any significance was the bed, do not disturb on the door and the trip to Christiania cancelled, sadly this was the only part of the trip that was scheduled for me time and not work; later in the trip I managed to find the time to visit, this is another story and will come in a later BLOG.
for now, 14 hours sleep was muchly needed so that I could work without tiredness interferring with my plans, breakfast starts at 0530 and I intended to be there on time and out of the hotel by 7.

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