I have been flying back and forth from Copenhagen Airport since the time when Easy Jet and other inexpensive carriers were not even a pipe dream in the collective consciousness. It used to cost £150 for a return weekend trip from London to Copenhagen flying with Varig Brazilian Airlines, which meant that on occasion one would be confronted by Dogs at the end of a Danish Drug Officer's lead #velkommentilkøbenhavn ..... #altså..... #duved #welcometocopenhagen... ##.....##).
My favourite airline was SAS until British Airways flew from the brand new Terminal at Heathrow. Now that was a very nice experience all the way from the tube station, a quick stop at my favourite food shop - Marks and Spencer, then up the several levels in an almost Charlie and the Chocolate Factory elevator. However, now that British Airways has stopped serving meals on their short-haul flights one might as well fly with Norwegian for a great experience, Easy Jet or Ryan Air. The latter two come with complications. Ryan Air are generally the absolute cheapest with £7 single tickets available from Copenhagen and £10 single tickets from London-Luton Airport. Never take the last plane with Ryan air from Copenhagen unless you are prepared for your journey to central London to end at 3am. They are repeatedly delayed in that slot on a daily basis (or so the man who works at the 7'11 near Gate F says). The best way to travel from Luton Airport on flights outside of normal working hours (later than 10pm) is by coach, either National Express or GreenLine. They cost around the same price. It is a relaxing and simple journey to various stops from Golder's Green to central London.
Travelling is great because one usually meets open minded people. There are of course though those who managed to carry their emotional baggage, or inappropriate behaviour and downright unacceptable manners #uncouth. Of course the Uncouth ones pop up in your little bubble when you are tired and just one to go home. Last night, after making way back to London from an early morning flight, I was patiently seated and waiting to board the flight to London. As I sat, the boarding area slowly wound its way closer to the door to the airplane, as instructed by the airline crew. A woman in her late 50s stood before me and demanded that I move so that she could sit down. #hvad (Pardon me, what???!!!!!!????). It was quite easy for the woman to do as other people were doing, finding their own spot on the marble airport bench, not demanding, with an air of "I am older than you, you have to get up now bus I said so".
I respectfully declined by saying "Not where I am sitting".
"Hun er Tyk (she is really big)" responded a man in his mid 60s wearing a camel cashmere-look coat, who was travelling with the woman and two others around the same age.
Tone is everything, and his tone was...."That fat bitch is refusing to move..." and he assumed that I didn't understand Danish and didn't expect a fluent, educated and well spoken response from an assertive female. I stood up from my seat from which the man and his trio of Uncouth women appeared to think that they had some advantage. I was taller than all of them put together. I assertively reminded them that their behaviour was inappropriate, and that instead of trying to continue with a barrage of insults, I stopped the man in his tracks in both English and Danish. I could only conclude that his Uncouth tribe would be doing that Expat thing which while in their homeland, they are very vocal about others doing.... living in their Expat bubble, refusing to integrate into a more open and multicultural society and taking their ignorant and abusive behaviours with them. #invandre #danishpolitics #hypocrites
"I hope that woman and man aren't sitting next to each other," said a young woman to a group of friends, far louder than she thought, and so turned bright red and had that expression of wishing that she could delete that whole moment, never mind disappear into a whole or put that foot of hers squarely into her mouth kind of look on her face when she realised that I had heard what she said.
It so happened that as I sat in my seat as the rest of the passengers boarded the plane. The Uncouth man and two of his trio approached my seat. Their seats were as you have no doubt guessed, right behind mine. I waited until the plane was almost ready for take off and asked to be re-seated. Luckily, there was 1 free seat on that final flight last night, so I was able to remove myself to as far away from the Bad Expats as quickly as possible and continue my journey in peace. All I had was the clothes on my back, my winter coat and passport. I made it home by 12:30am #smilieyface :-)