It was officially the first day of my tour. With both of my rucksacks ready, i made my way down to Victoria Coach Station to catch the easybus to Stansted airport. Along the way, i caught sight of a few young indian girls and boys risking their lives amidst the rushhour traffic trying to wipe the windows of passing vehicles to earn a living. I was stunned at this sight for i thought this could only happen in poor countries and definitely not in London. This might just be an indication of the increasing polarisation within the London society.
My flight to Copenhagen was severely delayed. Probably the word 'severe' is a bit too exaggerated but it was still an hour of delay. I arrived at Copenhagen airport at 1800 and i did have trouble trying to find the hostel. I tried to call the hostel to confirm my booking (as they will cancel reservation if i arrive after 1800 without prior notification) but my sim card was not working. When i tried to use the public phones at the airport, all of them for no apparent reason started to have weird problems. i gave up and decided to get out of the arrival hall. When i left the luggage check, i was totally lost and had not the slightest idea how to get to the city centre. All i did was to join a long queue at the ticket counter, bought a train ticket and hopped on the train not having any assurance that i was taking the right one as all the signs were in Martian language. I was thinking to myself: this is only Denmark and i'm having so much problems, can you imagine what it will be like in Eastern Europe?
After a few train stops, i got off at the Central Station and followed the signs pointing to the tourist information. I walked the whole compound twice and did not see any tourist information kiosk at all. Just then i saw 2 Chinese girls at the ticketing booth holding a map and i got a tourist map from the booth. However, even with the map, i could not make out where was my exact location. With a prior vague knowledge that the hostel's a long H.C. Anderson Road, i took a risk and walked in the direction where my intuition pointed. Thank God i reached the hostel and it was an expensive 65 euros for 2 nights stay.
I was by then too hungry to venture further away from the hostel. I seek dinner solace at a nearby BK and had a meal which cost 18 sing dollars. Talking about pricey. And did i mention how 'cui' the hostel is? Gosh, it's definitely not worth the money and it's just plain bad. Nice exterior with a rotting core.
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