6/13

After getting off the airplane from JFK, I found myself in the shit show they call Heathrow airport. Tired from not sleeping much, I read signs and decided it was best to go to Terminal 3 to get to my next flight. It was absolutely packed. No seats were available anywhere. In Heathrow they do not release what gate your flight will be leaving out of until an hour before departure. I had a 5 hour layover so I decided to sleep on the ground for 4 of those hours. When the gate was released, I took my time getting to the gate and by the time I got there people were boarding and I found out that I was in the wrong terminal. I looked at my ticket and saw that my flight started boarding 10 minutes ago and I had 20 minutes to take a bus to terminal 5, go through security, and run to my gate. I made it just as they were closing the doors. Once I arrived to Copenhagen I was surprised to find out that everything was not in English... and Danish is hard to interpret. I ended up getting on the correct train and got off at the right stop. I wandered around trying to find my hostel for 2 hours. Pretty much circling it. I found it and after checking in I wandered around the square and got a bofsandwich.