Going Nowhere

India was nice. Copenhagen was nicer.

That pretty much sums up my last three weeks very nicely. I would elaborate more if I really had anything more to add, but unfortunately I don’t really have anything else to say. Sure I could tell you about the hotels I stayed at, and how comfortable the bed in India was and how uncomfortable (and inclined to the right) the bed in Copenhagen was, but would you truly care?

I didn’t think so.

I mean, just because I went to India doesn’t actually mean I SAW India. In truth, outside of the frightening taxi rides both to and from the hotel I didn’t actually go anywhere but my room, the hotel restaurant and the hotel ballroom. Did I get to see the sights of India? No. Was I able to go out for meals? No. Did I have a night on the town, meet the natives or take in the sounds and smells of Bangalore nightlife? No. Did I even have a chance to shop for cheap foreign goods?

You bet your butt I did.

On my last day in India I left my hotel 4 hours early and, on my way to the airport, I made the taxi driver bring me to a couple of shops so I could buy souvenirs for friends and family because I knew I would be a very dead Geek if I returned home from such an exotic place without even a trinket for HoBiscuit. There was no way I wanted to relive the Barcelona Incident of ’99, or lord help me, the Tokyo No Intercourse Experience of ’98!

Brrrr… Just the memory makes me shiver in fear.

So, now that I’ve been to India I’ll need to go back one day and actually see the country because for some odd reason it seems to upset people when they ask you how India was and I say, “I don’t know. Since all I saw was the airport and the hotel it was kind of like a friendlier New Jersey, I guess.”

And that’s usually when I get hit.

Copenhagen was better only in the sense that I was able to leave the hotel a couple of times. At first that sounds great, but then again you need to understand that I was staying at the Airport Hilton which means that when I left the hotel it was only so I could wander the airport until security politely asked me to leave.

Whoopee.

Luckily for me then that I managed to finagle my way into staying an extra day in Copenhagen so I could explore the fabulous city. And it really is beautiful to see. There are lots of beautiful buildings, canals, art and people to see.

I enjoyed it muchly.

I do have a boatload of photographs of Copenhagen to share with you and I’m trying to work my way through them so I can pick out a few to post here later this week. Right now though I have to take care of a few minor details, like paying bills, that seem to have piled up while I was gone. I’ll take care of the pictures a little later this week and I’ve also got a great story to tell that involves lunch, plate sizes, snarky waitresses, finding ketchup and real men drinking real drinks, but you’ll have to wait until Friday or Monday for that story.

I know you’re disappointed, but try not to cry too much, ok?