Rush hour traffic was pretty bad especially the closer we got to the airport, which along with the clear skies made for good plane-spotting. I looked up what the specific plane taking me to Copenhagen was, learning that it was coming in from Dublin - which gave me hope that it would be leaving from the main terminal, not a satellite.
The silence did give me the opportunity to stress about a story I’d read on FlyerTalk about a man who’d booked a flight to Copenhagen in order to catch a separately booked Qatar Airways flight later on the same day, only for the first flight to suffer a technical fault and delayed to the point where he missed his subsequent flights and lost a lot of money. Oh dear.
Accidentally firing up the Etihad app on my phone, it alerted me to my forthcoming departure from Stockholm. Hang on, what? When first planning this trip I did indeed book what would’ve been my debut Etihad trip, but I cancelled it and got a refund... didn’t I? Yes, it seems I did, but that was a mild panic.
Landside, it was a very long walk to parking garage P4 which I’d remembered as the place to find left luggage. I thought it was a manned counter but no, it’s just a bunch of lockers with a machine that prints out a ticket. You have to choose a length of time it’s valid for, making me wonder what happens if you overstay. Does the locker just open for anyone to steal the bag from? Surely not?
Dumping my suitcase in D30 I trekked all the way back past where I’d emerged off the plane and to the train station. Bought a day pass and descended to the platform, 5 minutes or so before a train into Copenhagen central.
Back at the station, with still plenty of time to kill and a rumbling stomach, I bought my second hotdog of the day. This one was a bit more saveloy-like, which would please Chris Hoy no doubt. Wandering around looking for the platform from which the next airport train leaves, I got confused by platform 26. What’s going on here, København H?
Yes. To the left are platforms 1-6, to the right (not pictured) are platforms 7-12, and also to the left is platform 26 which is a 15 minute walk. Eh? It’s written on the platform floor too, like this.
Still not looked up what it’s all about, despite obviously writing this on an internet connected device. Maybe I’ll do so afterwards, or maybe I’ll prefer to keep it a mystery. Anyway, look how they transport wheelchair-bound folk in cages!
Next in my pad I’ve written this:
and I can’t for the life of me remember what on earth it means. I knew I should’ve written this stuff up sooner. Anyway, I was at the airport half an hour too early for Qatar Airways checkin to be open, yet when I scoped out the location of their desks the queue was already a good 60 people deep. Bloody hell, why? I decided to go to the Jacobsen bar and have a Yakima IPA plus an outright gorgeous portion of chips, after which I retrieved my bag and checked it in - queues had dissipated by now and I was through really quickly, with boarding passes all the way to Sydney.
The guy who’d checked me in to the lounge was also the barman, and he came back with 2 refills. He tried really hard to convince me to have a third but, look, no. I appreciate the generosity but this is all a bit much now. I don’t feel drunk, the fresh air and lots of walking had helped me out, but I am utterly exhausted - which is a good thing, since I was about to board a 2235 flight on which I wanted to sleep.
Gate C39 was announced. I wandered down and was almost the first person onboard, at seat 3A (my favourite seat number, for really no good reason). Local regulations are such that Qatar Airways do not serve alcohol on the ground so I had a lime and mint mock tail and holy shit it was delicious.
The business cabin filled up, and Captain Alex welcomed us to the flight. I got some pyjamas and an amenity kit and all that usual stuff. There was an ATC delay of 20 minutes.
Familiarising myself with the seat took literally no time at all, since I’ve flown this wonderful seat several times now, last time being only 8 months ago. I love Qatar Airways onboard, I really do.