Travel.
We left copenhagen at 6.50, +1 UTC, heading to Brussels, a city neither of us had any idea of the location of. Belgium, it turns out Brussels is in Belgium. After a complementary security check (as the guys in blue put it), we boarded our Air Brussels craft and headed for the capital of the Democratic Republic of The United States of America. Here we passed the immigration with surprising ease, and flew onwards to Newark Airport and into NYC. After we quickly crossed Manhattan, we arrived at the YMCA in Queens, Flushing Queens, where we would get a few hours of rest. We also managed to catch a quick eat (ramen with vegetables and cheese, and rice with baby-octopus and chili) as well as a shower. The next morning we got up early, and headed out to Laguardia Airport. The bagel stand, in which we had our breakfast, welcomed us with the Indiana Jones theme, and the pilot on our Air Canada plane welcomed us with reassurance he would take us to the center of the universe. In Toronto we did a quick cheese-stop and found our gate at the far end of Pearson International. From here it was only a short flight to Saint John, our new home, a mere forty some hours after leaving Denmark.Â
