5 Months later part 2: Back to the leaves of maple....

Tuesday
6:50 pm

It was a clear cold day. My sister's boyfriend had just flown back to Canada the previous day and it was now our turn. My sister and I woke up early to attend to some last minute packing, making sure everything was not forgotten. I remember turning on the news for the weather report but all the hype at the moment was keeping eyes and cameras at the city's airport. It was at one of the starting highlights of the COP15 meeting with world leaders about the global climate change. Listening to the commentators, I find out that it's what everyone always get hyped up about. The arrival of Air Force One, the presidential aircraft flying the most powerful man on earth, the President of the United States of America, Barack Obama. It was quite funny, the commentators mentioned something about being told that there are two landing sites and that Obama might be landing in one of them. It was kind of a shell game. Nonetheless, cameras and reporters kept their eyes and lenses on both of them. I continued to watch as the plane landed, Obama and staff stepping out, heading to the nearby convention center in a convoy, until I realized that alot of time had passed. I then called a cab to pick my sister and I up.

We finally arrived at Copenhagen's central train station. We were actually a few hours early because we weren't sure what snow conditions were like and how long it would take for the cab to arrive. Waiting was crap. We knew what time our departure was, but didn't know from which track. We could have asked the information booth but it swarmed with tourists and vacationers that day and, as usual, the ONLY information booth had long lines like that of a limo. It must have been around 10:30 or so when we came and our train wasn't leaving till quarter to 4. We were just vigilant with the information screen, watching, waiting for our train info to come up. We were quite nervous if we would miss it because the screen only showed train info 45 minutes before the train's departure. We were not only nervous of the time, but also of thieves. The station has a bad reputation of people getting robbed or pickpocketed....and few occasions of drunks roaming around the station at night...very funny. It is probably one of the worst feelings to have when travelling; You're still tired from waking up early, sitting on uncomfortably on benches, on edge 'cause you gotta watch the information screen while guarding your things. Waiting seemed to be cosntant on this trip.