London again?

Slight change of plan.  Missed my flight to Paris.  The arrival time in Copenhagen (the connecting airport) was in bold instead of the departure time.  Arrival times are not useful if you miss the departure time.  So, as flights to London are half the price of flights to Paris, I’m now in London.  It almost feels like being home, everyone speaks English, the brands are familiar, and I can read newspapers and signs again.  I’m feeling a little home sick, as a result I’ve been to McDonalds twice here.  

The first night was interesting.  The only place with room was above a 24 hour pub bar, checkin at the bar.  The rooms were tiny with triple bunk beds, & the lockers were a cubic foot.  Got right out of there and now I’m in a proper hostel.  Until next time, cheers.