Leaving on a Jet Plane

I am not leaving anymore. I’ve been back a while now.

But I was in Esbjerg, Denmark recently.  I have the proof in my passport.

I traveled with my colleague Sian. She’s the one who taught me about the waffles. The ones that you warm on top of your tea… Does anyone have any snacks?

And I have photos of Esbjergmin case you don’t believe me. But you do because I am pretty honest as a habit.

My hotel room seemed alright to me.  It had a bedroom, office, and living room.

There was also a lounge.

If only you could see my green tights in the bathroom mirror…  “I can hear you, love!”

I flooded the bathroom floor taking a shower without a curtain or divider of any kind.  If you know, would you tell me how this works?!

I have been assured, though, that it wasn’t suite as business friendly as most… I’ll let you know when I have something to compare it to.

And what is this?

And what is this?

On our last night we had a nice dinner to make up for the fact that we skipped lunch.

Maybe those are curly fries in the background – and maybe they are carrot sticks. I really can’t say. What happens in Esbjerg…

It was such a small place that when we left, we received handwritten boarding passes.

And then we had to put on these suits.

And board a helicopter.

Ok. Maybe that last part stretches the truth a bit. But there were people in suits getting on helicopters headed, we think, to the oil rigs just off shore. I wonder if they got KitKats on their flights.