The airport tour is going swimmingly.

After the highs of Tullamarine and the lows of Narita, I was looking forward to what Copenhagen might offer. Airport hopping is a game of unknowns; stepping off the flight like you’ve been locked in some sort of time capsule, opening up to a world that doesn’t know you and you don’t know it.

However, thanks to globalisation, a comforting 7-Eleven or McDonald’s is never far away; so your comfort zone shant be rocked too much. It just comes at the cost of raping a country’s culture.

There are some unique traits reserved to each country though, and I have go to say that the transients (that’s not the right word, is it? People in transit?) at Copenhagen Airport at the best looking by a country mile. Though, considering I’ve come from ‘world’s fattest country’ Melbourne and ‘we’re just not attractive’ Japan, it’s not exactly stiff competition.

And they have wifi! Bless ‘em. Though here they probably call it something freaky and Europen, like wifenblogen-finidugen. I love the way they talk, everything sounds like Hagendaaz. Speaking of, I might get off the laptop and mill around a bit.

No, not in the loo.

London’s only a connecting flight and four hours away – stay tuned.