It’s been a bloody long time since I blogged, so here is a monster to make up for it.
I’m back in London after a trip to Copenhagen, Helsinki and Modbury. I’ve had a good Christmas, eaten too much, had too much to drink, and got some incredible pressies from my lovely family. Greg, of previous blogging fame was staying with the family for Christmas, and we did some amazing stuff. Have a few (ha) photos, many thanks to Ash for his amazing photography skills. (Some of the photos are mine too, hehe.) There is more stuff below the photos, so keep scrolling.
Also, I’m typing up my holiday diary and will share with you to delight you with while I get stuck into revision for an exam in two weeks.
So, here goes.
18th December 2010
COPENHAGEN

Finding Andrew and sister in TGI.
The journey to Scandinavia started yesterday, with last minute packing, a trip to Oxford Street and a panic at Earl’s Court. The first I knew of it was Lucia finding me waiting for her and Kathy, and just saying “We have a problem. Kathy’s lost her passport.” An urgent phonecall, the upside-downification of Kathy’s flat and a scolded shoe-rack later hiding the significant item, all was sorted and the three of us were all set. By this time, Lucia and I were ready to get on a tube to Heathrow, while Kathy got a taxi from London. We met at the airport, sent our bags off and were all ready to go to…TGI Fridays! Our flight was delayed by an hour, which facilitated a round of sesame chicken strips and chicken wings. We met Andrew and sister Louise in TGI, them on their way back to Lagos. By 8.45, the flight was ready to board; after about half an hour we got on the plane, with brief messages to everyone and a quick bye-bye England. On the plane, Lucia and I quizzed Kathy on planes we could see out on the runway (“what is that?” “Kathy, I think that one is the A380”).

Ready to go...sort of!
The plane sat on the ground for ages, with us raring to go. It finally took off – the sky was totally clear and we got the most incredible view of London at night as we circled right out of Heathrow.
We basically read all the way to Copenhagen. We landed at 12.30 am and met Lucia’s parents, Henrieta and Juraj, in the arrivals lounge, following a brief panic at the luggage conveyor belts (LHR belt 6 – eight minutes…twenty-eight-minutes…six minutes). We went outside into the snow, and walked to the car. The snow here has a totally different quality to any I’ve experienced before – snow in London crunches when you stand on it and forms a snowball really easily. Here, it doesn’t crunch but behaves a bit more like sand on a beach, and when you try make a snowball it just sticks to your gloves!
Anyway, we found the car, and after another brief ‘eeek’ moment caused by driving on the WRONG side of the road, we were off! Henrieta pointed out significant places in

London by night - plane moving too fast to take a good photo.
Copenhagen as we went – parliaments, palaces, lakes, the answer to Harrods in Denmark, the shopping street…I can’t remember any more specific names or anything. What sticks in the mind most is snow covering buildings covered in lights, showing every postcard fairy-tale you’ve ever seen wherever you look. There are Christmas trees literally everywhere (there was even one between runways as we landed!). They don’t have ornaments on them but are literally dripping with light. Incredible.
We had a brief conversation in the car about Materials Science (“They rent the cars with summer tires” “What’s the difference between summer and winter tires?” “Tread and rubber – they stick to the ground better.”) This can only be described as Materials geekery.
We went past the city centre and came to the residences of the Slovak embassy. This is where Lucia spent four years, and it was really interesting to see the flats. One of the

Toooo long to get our bags!
bedrooms in Lucia’s parents flat had all of her furniture in it from when she was a child. It was cool. We dumped our stuff in our flat and proceeded to sit in the lounge of Lucia’s parents’ and have some nibbles accompanied with champagne. We stayed awake until four in the morning, chatting and discussing life, the universe and everything. One of the topics of conversation was Ashton and I clicking at each other, which got renamed to clucking.
We went to our flat and didn’t go to bed till five; talking too much! In the (snowy) courtyard is all the playground stuff Lucia grew up with. ♥ “See I may not be able to cluck like you but I can oink like a pig better than anyone I know.”






































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