The odyssey started last Monday. After having finished my illustration work the weekend before, I had to present all my semesters work to two of my teachers. All in all a very relaxed atmosphere, nice chat and some long awaited, legitimate and useful critique! Well, you didn't get that often at DKDS – usually everything was always just 'great', 'nice' and 'very good' – so I was actually quite happy about it. The rest of the day I spent cleaning up my workspace, having a chat with Kári and going shopping for sweaters (got two). In the evening I met Henrik for one last time to have a couple of beers and good conversation. In the end we wondered, why we hadn't done that more often in the past...

Tuesday started quite late, as I couldn't get my ass out of bed. After finally having managed, I started cleaning up my room, taking off all the things I had hung up on the walls. Then some dish washing and trying to dissemble my bike – I had to take it halfway apart in order for it to be allowed on the plane. Actually all simple tasks: let the air out of the tires, cover the chain, turn the handlebar and take the pedals off. Actually. The first three were in fact no problem. But taking those damn pedals off. Fuck. I was trying for one hour with arguably crappy tools when Simon came down and told me, we had to get ready for practice. Ok, next day then.

After playing soccer with the boys one last time, I met up with Guilom, Dora, Gabo, Manu, Andrea, Mirco and Kári for good food (by Dora) and wine (by Mirco). I was one hour late because one of our car's headlights broke and it took Jonathan almost 45 to repair it. Anyways, after an undefinable but good rice dish and some amazing apple pie we headed on to 'The Moose', one of our favorite because cheapest and coziest bars in Copenhagen. And to my surprise there were Yoshi, Johannes, Dot and Schwan! I actually didn't expect to see them again, as I wouldn't have known when – this was my last night in the city. Andrea had called them, but hadn't told me about it. Cooles Ding :) I just felt a little bad, as they'd already been waiting for one and a half hours, but I just didn't know! Anyways, nice to see these guys again and have some nice last talks. In the end I was home at 4. But not before having seen Mirco hook up with 5 girls in one night (!), Kári – who is a husband and father of a little girl – as wasted as I've never seen him before and Andrea intimately kissing and leaving with some Danish dude. Plus some fun with the light switch and invitations to Paris, New York and Iceland. Hehe.

Next day I got up at 11, planned was 9 – not taking into account the saying goodbye to Jonathan who left for work at 7 in the morning. It took me three hours to shower, clean up the room and pack everything up. My taxi would come at 16:45 and I wanted to grab some late lunch with Simon. Left me with about one and a half hours to get those damn pedals off my bike. More than enough. Wrooong. After two hours of helplessly trying to get them loose, bringing the bike to the bike store at the corner ("Sorry, we don't have that tool here..."), screaming, freaking out and panicking, I just let them be. Fuck it. After all, no one complained at the airport. But this completely useless waste of time left me with only half an hour to grab some food with Simon. Our choice were greasy french fries and burgers from the place around the corner. After talking too much and having to wait too long for our food we had approximately 6 minutes to eat, before the taxi arrived. Sad but also funny in a way :) After a short goodbye I was off to the airport.

And that's where the real trouble started. My bags + bike + backpack + skateboard, which took me half an hour to get to the check in counter, were to heavy. Allowed are 32kg per bag, everything above wont go on the plane because insurance for the airport staff doesn't cover injuries from lifting such heavy loads. I had 34kg and 27kg. That meant: repacking. On the airport. Are you fucking kidding me?! No choice though. If I wanted to get on that plane I had to. After 5 tries of weighing and always having one of the bags slightly above 32, I finally managed to get both at around 31,8kg. Luckily enough the check in lady was very nice and patient with me. After this mess, I had to of course pay for my overweight luggage. Can't do that at the check in, have to do it at another counter. Great. Went there, showed my ticket (40 minutes to take off), wanted to pay the extra 20€. With my credit card. "We don't take credit cards, only cash." WTF?! Fuck you!!! "Ok, where's the next ATM?" "Oh, only three gazillion kilometers that way, past all these endlessly long queues and through these 5 million people." Maybe not that bad, but still ten minutes off my time.

30 minutes to get through security and on that plane. No prob, security's always quick at Copenhagen Airport. Wrooong. A friggin' 150m long cue! After ten minutes and moving 50m I asked one of the hostess ladies, if there was a way to cut the line. Thankfully there was. Running another 2 kilometers, cursing and sweating, I reached the gate. Only to find another 100m queue! The boarding hadn't started. The plane was late.