A happy pilot

The small matter of getting to the start point - Copenhagen. Direct flights existed from Manchester but prohibitively expensive charges for bikes and Lufthansa's previously relaxed approach meant a trip via Frankfurt. 'Taxi Driver' ... Liz had an important zoom meeting so an early drop off was the option. Meant the bike was dropped off and security negotiated with surprising ease. Did an uber session of Spanish which really should've been German. Relying on CSE grade 2 from 30 years ago. Could be patchy. Dawned that with boarding passes being on my phone the battery had to be preserved - chewing up 25% on Spanish wasn't the smartest move. Not packing the right cable for the power bank even more so. Settled for some eye resting on the first leg. Frankfurt airport is massive. Must've taxied for 10 mins and then had a 20 min trek to the terminal. Chilled for a while - discovered the right cable so chilled a bit more. Sarnies and a catch up with Liz before the next leg. Not the most German approach to boarding - opened the gates before the door to the plane was ready - cue panicked boarding manager and quite a queue. On board the pilot forgot to give the English welcome - much apologising. Despite that, boarding was ahead of schedule much to the pilots pleasure. Able to redeem himself with an early departure, depending on the length of the taxiing - might taxi to Copenhagen. Then to the small matter of bike reassembly. A lot of back & forth trying to figure out where my bike would appear but thankfully it did - a couple of chunks missing from the box - concerned - what bits could have dropped out. No need to worry - all went together fairly easily & on my way by 8ish. 5 miles to the hostel - all cycle lane. Past a huge bike park at the airport and no less than 10 bike shops in that short distance. Hostel was rammed - full of school party sports teams - a couple of lads weren't too impressed with my Liverpool t-shirt claiming utd and chelski were better - not the sharpest it would seem. Quick shower & sort out. Little bit of an explore. Sat outside the fine art gallery eating snacks - as close to culture as is likely for me. Saturday night is a bit lively lots of party buses roaming the streets. Not for me...Meer informatie