Day:200, Words:200: Øksfjordians on holiday!

The Øksfjordians stumbled out of their Turkish palace at 4.45am and waited by the side of the road for the bus to take them to the airport and back to cooler reality of Northern Europe. It was early morning German humour as various tanned 50 somethings bounced onto the bus with broad smiles and bleached hair.

The day was a blur of transfer lounge couch surfing, pretzel consuming purgatoty as the change in flight schedules meant a 6 hour wait in Dusseldorf, the epitome of mediocre airport existence. The passport control men looked particulary grumpy as they studied and interrogated those standing before us in the queue. When our turn came to cross the red line, the scary man smiled kindly and waved us through in an instant.

After 16 hours of waiting with some plane travel sqeezed in between, the exhausted family reached Copenhagen once again. A short train ride and a stroll down the bicycle scattered road and we were confronted again by the dreaded code/corridoor maze before finally gaining entry to our haven for the night.

I believe not even the old woman who lived in the shoe would have considered a straight swap of dwellings!