It seems that an inevitable part of my job these days involves travel. Any notion I may have had that this was romantic or exciting quickly dissapated during my trip to the states last year when, instead of a road trip down 'Route 66' I spent a week rushing between meetings and spending more time than is healthy sat in various regional airports.
This weeks trip to Denmark , although not filled with multiple flights again left me with little in the way of cultural enrichment but a head and to do list straining at the seams.
Couple this with numerous issues back at the office requiring me to work into the night whilst my colleagues were consuming the entire 2013 production output of Denmarks micro-brewery industry and I can safely say that I'm looking forward to getting back to normality over the weekend.
Good intentions when packing to hit the gym or pool on a daily basis quickly faded as well. The first afternoon in Copenhagen was spent catching up with work and the regional hotel we stayed at the for the following three days (which boasted comprehensive facilities on it's website) had a swimming pool, which seemed to be 10mtrs long and closed for 23 hours a day, the one hour it was open was obviously the hour I was either sleeping or working.
Without sounding like a travel-phobe, I've not really enjoyed the food either, I've become increasingly concious of what I eat and the food in the hotels seemed heavy and made for stodging you out. Maybe that was just the lack of exercise though, I'm pretty sure that a few hours of exercise during the week would have easily burnt off the food I ate. As it was, I cut down on portions and promised myself a ride when I get home..
I've developed a love of just going out and wandering round new places, this may not be sensible but I've not had any problems and you get to see places which are fantastic. Copenhagen is a stunning city, the architecture is something that even an uneducated oaf like me can appreciate and the people are friendly. The cost of everything can only be described as eye watering though, and the first time I had to hand over 9 quid for a pint I almost ordered a second at the same time just to numb the pain of the first.
Bike friendly place though, my local colleague informed me that the order of priority in the city is Cyclists, Pedestrians, Cars. That's not bad and Danish seem to be a law abiding bunch as I didn't see a single light jumper on my wandering.
Fixies and sit up and begs seem to be en vogue for the average Dane and I spent the final evening strolling through the centre admiring the more odd bikes on display along with a colleague from England who, it appears, is another bike nut.
The first was the beauty which sat proudly in the window of the Louis Vuitton shop. All stainless, black and brown..
At the other end of the spectrum was a trike type contraption which had obviously been constructed with lumpng stuff around in mind
So I've waved Denmark off at the airport and am heading home to catch up on family life, watch Dash eye ball his advent calender with increasing excitement and plan which of the new urgent jobs is the most urgent.
I guess I better squeeze some training in there as well, god knows I've missed it!