Trip home

Well... I'm feeling jetlagged... I know I shouldn't from such a short trip, but the one hour sleep followed by ten hours of travelling (and waiting to travel) shook my balance a bit. The first bus took came 30 seconds after I got to the stop (I wonder what would've happened if I missed it), and was faster than the London bus site predicted (that's what happens without traffic), but the driver told me when we were at the right stop to switch bus. On the second bus, I had to pay a new ticket (no machine by the first stop, and no transfer on the ticket I bought on the bus, argh!), but had no problem figuring out where I should get out (last stop, and a lot of other people with bags).

The bus trip was followed by a ten minute wait, until the Liverpool St. station opened, and then 30 minutes until the train left. When I got on the train, the first voices I heard were from a couple originating from the north of Sweden, who were complaining that they heard too many swedish voices on the station. I didn't say anything to them, but laughed a bit about it :-)

The airport was full of people, and it took around 30 minutes to get through the queues by the security. This time, I put most of the things from my pants pockets in the hand luggage so I didn't have to put them loose in the box. The laptop of course had to be put in a separate box like usual (I'm not sure why though).

After the security, there was about 30 minutes before the gate for my plane was shown, and I got copies of the Guardian and the Independent. Both at the same price, but the Guardian was organized more to my liking - even though I believe I've read more interesting articles in the Independent online in the past. The Guardian seems like a better "every day paper" for me either way, if I some day wish to subscribe to one...

After an hour waiting by the gate, I finally got on the plane for a smooth flight to Copenhagen followed by a train ride to Elsinore and finally the ferry ride and walk home. A total of four hours waiting and six hours of travelling gave me some jet lag afterwards, and I slept for six hours after getting home, making the body feel weird about which time of day it was. Now I'm trying to get back to normal, and managed to get up at nine in the morning - but haven't gotten much work done yet today. I wonder why I work better in the evening than in the morning....