Post-emotional departure at the airport I had a swift sit-down in the BMI lounge courtesy of the old business-class tickets. No great shakes. Dublin-Copenhagen flight was quick and comfy. Business lounge in Copenhagen was very swish, lots of apples, rye bread and wood – very Scandinavian indeed. Jumped on the plane – business class pretty full. Check out my seat! Watched the Number 23. Not a great movie for a flight – too dark for the dodgy screens. Food was good on-board. Windows in the jacks – I was convinced someone would be able to see me in mid-flow at 30,000 feet. The old boy beside me (in my seat – not the jacks) was a little odd – indeterminate nationality, spent the whole 10 hours twitching, frantically thumbing through a large pile of documents, occasionally scribbling notes and generally being peculiar. No major drama through immigration so the papers must be in order. Picked up the jam-jar, a Chevy Malibu and got moving. After about 15 hours on the go I was a little rusty on the right-side driving but I made it to key pick-up in one piece. Finally made it to the apartment at about 6pm (2 am Dublin). Didn’t look too bad but I was too tired to make an adequate appraisal. A quick reccy of the immediate locale found me a Subway and dinner was served in the form of a 6" Meatball sub (happy days).
Dublin – København – Seattle