“A single to Copenhagen please”

At precisely 11:45(ish) my cramped Easyjet flight carried me, 21kg of luggage and a £10 lighter wallet to Denmark.

I awoke early and ate a hero’s breakfast of eggs, scrambled, bacon and mushrooms - thanks Dad. After kissing goodbye to Humphry, We drove to Gatwick for the inevitable tearful fair well.



But due to the huge queue to Easyjet’s speedy baggage drop off desk, the goodbye was cut short and pretty soon I found myself negotiating the snaking Mickey Mouse queuing system alone. Hat’s off to Easyjet they’ve really honed this idea of checking in online so that all you have to do is drop off your bags. I literally only queued up for 35 minutes.



Now before I go on there’s a few points I want to raise about packing. It turns out that 20kg is just not enough to pack a life into. I packed and re-packed my case at least 4 times and eventually gave up. I decided the excess charge of £10 being easier to stomach than working out which hats, pants, glasses and medicines weren’t completely necessary. Also how many socks make a kilo? This is a question that I’ve never asked myself before.

Once my bright blue blimp of a bag was being whisked to the aeroplane by luminous yellow clad Menzies officials, I joined another wonderful queue for the mandatory security checks. I was reduced to audible sniggers and smirks when a lady standing by the x-ray machine stunned Gatwick employees by producing two 2 liter bottles of branded cola from her bag after being asked if she had liquids. She then looked dumbfounded as the official berated her for, firstly not putting the bottles in a clear plastic bag and then for the bottles being larger than 100ml. After a light frisking I was clear to enjoy the South Terminal’s conveniences and amenities.



After only 2 more queues I found myself sitting on the plane reading a thoroughly depressing book about loneliness waiting for the off. I know the above picture is a little confusing but the aeroplane is the large pointy metal plane in the background not the small white van in the foreground. I was sat next to a small family, the mother and approximately 6 year old son sat in my row and the father sat behind with another sprog. I became distracted from my book when the mother, after rummaging through her bag, produced a copy of Cosmopolitan magazine, and whilst next to her son (and literally in front of her husband) read an article entitled “Sex with a new man”.

I boarding a packed train from the airport to Copenhagen (please see the poor quality picture as evidence).



I then took the train from Copenhagen (or København as the locals call it) to Sorø. I’ve included a photo out of the window of the train... as you can see a wet windy Denmark looks remarkably similar to England except with fewer hills and more lakes.



In the evening near a lake there was a large screen showing a concert where a opera singer was singing extracts of “My Fair Lady” but in Danish... luckily this was cut short by the rain!

So I’ve arrived! tomorrow I start my first full day as a Danisher... my to do list still includes finding a place to live, getting a visa, getting a bank account and finding some information out about this university course, still a journey of a thousand miles starts with a flight and two trains.

I’ll blog again during the week, so join me again for another exciting adventure in Hu’s emigration.