Valhalla

On tuesday M & I headed from Chesterfield to Manchester to catch a plane. Eventually, first we arrived an hour early for our train, which was then an hour late, then it limped along to manchester, where it finally died. We made it to the airport in the plentiful contingency time, met up with Rob and tried to check in. The check in was broken, an hour late people started to go through. We borded pretty much on time and the flight was easy. Everything ran smoothly the other end and we were able to meet up with the early party in Copenhagen. Tuesday evening we all went out into Copenhagen and visited the hippie commune Christiania, most ate there, but M & I headed with Rob and Warro to an indian restaurant which served excellent food quite cheap.

Wednesday we all headed to the festival, which took far longer than we thought but part of that was sitting on the train for a n hour and a half before it moved. Fortunately it gets dark really late there so we camped in daylight. The festival was good, big, considerable squalor and M & I struggled to get into the vibe properly, band wise, Bob Dylan was good, Opeth were excellent, Axl Rose was rubbish "stop fucking about" was the heckle for the Guns n roses set.

Saturday afternoon, with M's back still bad and the two of us failing to buzz off the whole experiance M & I headed back into Copenhagen, which was excellent!!! Beautiful City, we spent sunday wandering around it and visiting some of the sites.

Sunday evening saw us getting very drunk in the Hard Rock Cafe, with a dutch trucker and not leaving until they closed at midnight. Monday morning, complete with hang over we set of on the 12 hour treck home. We travelled with some of the others and in spite of setbacks and delays spirits were pretty high.
I am sure some more anecdotes will make there way into seperate posts, but that's the basic play.
Back at work now, have to settle into the real world. humph