Day 0
Landing in Copenhagen at midnight was not part of the plan.
Inevitable delay at London Heathrow caused some anxiety and stress as I missed my connecting flight. Needless to say, about 100 or so people saw me with tears streaming down my cheeks, waiting in line to be rebooked. After waiting for 6 hours I still didn't know if I would board the final British Airways flight to Copenhagen. Ten minutes before boarding started, I got my long-awaited confirmation that I'm no longer a standby passenger, but indeed a confirmed one. The flight from London to Copenhagen was entertaining with the captain giving us the running commentary. My co-passengers were traveling to Sweden - that was my first time knowing how well connected both countries are. You could take a train and cross the border to another country! It was much easier for them to travel to Copenhagen and go home to Malmo (Sweden) than fly to any other airports in Sweden. They were from the UK living in Sweden for the past 8 years. They loved living there so much that they didn't want to go back. "Life is just better in Sweden".
I wasn't expecting the sky to be so light closer to midnight. As the plane hit some turbulence before landing, I couldn't take my eyes off of the horizon so light and hazy, casting light in such kaleidoscopic colors. The Copenhagen airport was easy to navigate. Passport control was quick and easy. After collecting my bag I took a metro train ticket to go to my hostel, (quick Google maps navigation showed me the train station I needed to get down) and walked out of the airport into the metro train station. The connection is well designed to be efficient for a weary traveler. Even though everything was in Danish, the locals are friendly to help out. After a quick confirmation with a fellow rider, I took the M2 train to
Kongens Nytorv (King's New Square). The train was full and busy for a midnight ride. It helped to annunciate with the speaker to at least get the station name right. Saving my Google maps definitely helped me navigate and orient myself to get to the hostel. My poor suitcase's wheels were no match for the beautiful cobblestone paths. I was glad at that point that my noisy entry was late at night without any witnesses to see my embarrassment. Seeing a 7 eleven on my walk, I decided to get a local sim card to avoid being in a new place without cellular data. I checked into the Generator hostel around one in the morning, ever so grateful they had staffing at all hours. Quick and easy check-in and I was in my room with five strangers in less than 10 minutes. Half a grilled cheese sandwich from Dallas Airport the day before saved me from going to bed on an empty stomach.
Inevitable delay at London Heathrow caused some anxiety and stress as I missed my connecting flight. Needless to say, about 100 or so people saw me with tears streaming down my cheeks, waiting in line to be rebooked. After waiting for 6 hours I still didn't know if I would board the final British Airways flight to Copenhagen. Ten minutes before boarding started, I got my long-awaited confirmation that I'm no longer a standby passenger, but indeed a confirmed one. The flight from London to Copenhagen was entertaining with the captain giving us the running commentary. My co-passengers were traveling to Sweden - that was my first time knowing how well connected both countries are. You could take a train and cross the border to another country! It was much easier for them to travel to Copenhagen and go home to Malmo (Sweden) than fly to any other airports in Sweden. They were from the UK living in Sweden for the past 8 years. They loved living there so much that they didn't want to go back. "Life is just better in Sweden".
I wasn't expecting the sky to be so light closer to midnight. As the plane hit some turbulence before landing, I couldn't take my eyes off of the horizon so light and hazy, casting light in such kaleidoscopic colors. The Copenhagen airport was easy to navigate. Passport control was quick and easy. After collecting my bag I took a metro train ticket to go to my hostel, (quick Google maps navigation showed me the train station I needed to get down) and walked out of the airport into the metro train station. The connection is well designed to be efficient for a weary traveler. Even though everything was in Danish, the locals are friendly to help out. After a quick confirmation with a fellow rider, I took the M2 train to
Kongens Nytorv (King's New Square). The train was full and busy for a midnight ride. It helped to annunciate with the speaker to at least get the station name right. Saving my Google maps definitely helped me navigate and orient myself to get to the hostel. My poor suitcase's wheels were no match for the beautiful cobblestone paths. I was glad at that point that my noisy entry was late at night without any witnesses to see my embarrassment. Seeing a 7 eleven on my walk, I decided to get a local sim card to avoid being in a new place without cellular data. I checked into the Generator hostel around one in the morning, ever so grateful they had staffing at all hours. Quick and easy check-in and I was in my room with five strangers in less than 10 minutes. Half a grilled cheese sandwich from Dallas Airport the day before saved me from going to bed on an empty stomach.
It took me almost 24 hours to get to Copenhagen from the US!
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