After the hustle of packing and running around to accommodate the last hour advance of the travel plan, we start off from Jonkoping to Koebenhavn. We miss the train that connects us to the long distance and have our fingers crossed to not miss the next one too. Fortunately, we don’t. And there starts the odyssey season-1.
The past week has been one long lazy time where the only productive activities were cooking and eating; if nothing else, this produced a few kilos on the body. But alongside this gourmandizing was the nagging restiveness; I am not programmed to stay put in one place.
So we get rolling again, this time to Copenhagen- Koebenhavn is how they spell it in Danska, but what the heck, we all have our own craziness. This time we roll out with a travel plan in hand and with me captaining the ship- this Black pearl ain’t gonna run aground, savvy?!
The poor little Eurail pass must be cursing its fate for having changed so many lazy bums into hyperactive vagabonds. And we poor souls travelling from the north of the wall, from the back of beyond, have a whole lot of trouble dealt to us: finding trains that don’t need a reservation for jokers with Eurail passes (that’s us). And here is a curt summary:
Dressed in shah rukh-in-DDLJ style garb- check
Carrying a huge donkey load in a rucksack- check
Running in European railway stations to catch a just moving train – check
(Since the doors close before the trains move here, and it is no fun running after a closed door :-P)
And the tale hasn’t ended. Nope, not even close…
Trying to figure out foreign language signboards – check
Failing miserably at the above- check
Asking a local for directions- check
That guy being lost himself- check…. And getting trolled too- check
Damn, this checking business is irritating…
Anyways, we walk into a friend’s place and find our long-abandoned first mate and yell, what the f***!!!
And crash for the night…
The Vagabond Ways 