Iceland Again....Almost!

Today we walk to the Central Station to catch the train to the airport and our flight to Reykjavik.  Let's get an early start, says Nan.  Let's have plenty of time to get that train ticket, inserting the correct coins into the automatic ticket machine, find our way to the correct train platform, ride the correct train in the correct car (for bicycles and things with wheels) and get off at the correct station.  Let's make sure we have plenty of time to turn in our tax receipt, find the correct terminal, check our bags and yes, find the gate.  O.k. Says Steve.

We walk, but most everyone else rides here.

Don't you just love Danish coins?

Clearly, this is the correct car.

And it all works perfectly!  So perfectly, that we have four extra hours to while away.  Better than being two minutes too late, she says.

We board on time!

Ahh, such a nice little pillow for only a three and a half hour flight.  IF it had been so.  As it is, we sit, all organized and ready to go, for 30 minutes.  There are some announcements about "One little problem to check out."  And then there is something about "Patience."  And then, before you know it...we are filing off the airplane and back to our seats at the gate.  Hum.

As this story goes, there are more announcements.  Then there are vouchers for a little something to eat and a promise for another update in one hour.  

We opt for wine and a ceasar salad.

Then, back to the gate.

Then the part about:"Report to the transfer center right away and get your ticket to go to Oslofor the night.  The plane is broken.  There are no rooms in Copenhagen.  You are going to Norway.  TOMORROW you are going to Iceland."  That part.

I see young travelers heading off at a frantic pace.  They must know what to do, where the transfer center is, how this works.  I look at Steve, we grab our bags and we're off!  Right behind the 20 something's.  Ok, maybe they were 30.

 The transfer station is where you wait for an hour and a half to get up to one of the three agents.  They tell you how glad you are to go to Oslo...no, no, wait...how glad you are because now you are actually going to Stockholm!  You have just missed the Oslo flight.  (Remember the hour and 1/2 wait in line?).  Ok.  Stockholm it is.  Not so bad.  Except, that plane does not leave for another three hours.  But you are still happy they say, because you are just now being handed another voucher....more food!

Asking our waiter about these shots we see diners downing before a meal, we first order two of those cute little things.  AND the wine.  And yes...my to die for herring and onion open faced sandwiches.  

We watch our broken plane from the bar.  

It finally takes off....but not with us.  Remember, we are going to Stockholm.

Maybe just two more!

It was a long long day.  Let's be extra early she said.  Let's see that everything goes just perfectly.  Ok says Steve.