|Central Station, Copenhagen|
I made it to Copenhagen. And, this is the weird and wonderful part, my luggage made to Copenhagen with me. I had booked a nice trip via Air Canada from Las Vegas to Toronto to Copenhagen with nice lazy connection times in between. But when I got to McCarran Airport, I found out that the Las Vegas/Toronto was delayed significantly, so much so I was guaranteed to miss my Toronto/Copenhagen flight. While I was at the check-in desk, I was automatically rebooked on a flight to Montreal, then Montreal to London-Heathrow. then to Copenhagen. The Montreal flight was leaving 40 minutes sooner and I had no clue what the new connections time were or even if I had a seat on the final London-Heathrow/Copenhagen flight.
I made it on the Montreal flight. It ended up leaving a half-hour late. And it turned out I was scheduled for only a one-hour connection time to London-Heathrow. Oh. But so what? Vacation is supposed to be an adventure and airline rebooking hijinks are just part of the adventure.
I made it onto my flight to London-Heathrow and. six hours later, I was in the United Kingdom.
|Proof that I was in the U.K> Pound-sterling ATM machines.|
|Taxi sculpture in Heathrow|
Soon I landed in overcast Copenhagen. I took the train from the airport to the Central Station not far from my hotel. There was a major bicycle infestation at Central Station.
The place was lousy with bicycles. And they weren't locked.
I rolled my suitcase Big Green a few blocks over the cobblestone sidewalks and was soon at my hotel, the Hotel Absalon.
|One room at the Hotel Absalon|
|Entrance to the Hotel Absalon|
|Pork tenderloin at Jensen Bøfhus|
When I was walking around looking for a restaurant, I noticed that I was staying on the "seedy" side of Copenhagen.
|The seedy side of Copenhagen.|