The Times correspondent John Tagliabue recounts his three-day journey from Copenhagen to his home in Paris. Use the comments below to tell us how you or someone who know, besides John Cleese, who improvised travel because of the volcanic plume over Europe.
In Copenhagen, my SAS flight was canceled on Thursday afternoon when the airport was shut down because of the ash. But the airline put us up in nearby hotels. I was in a brand new economy-class hotel with 1,700 rooms, yet it was full. The check-in line stretched over about 300 yards outside the hotel.
Copenhagen’s main train station was packed late Thursday and all day Friday. That afternoon they had 20 windows for international tickets alone, and still my wait for a ticket was close to three hours. The rail employees set up tables with hot coffee and mineral water and went around giving out chocolate from large trays.
On the train from Copenhagen to Hamburg — which included a one-hour ferry ride cross the Baltic Sea — I sat with two Norwegian women trying to get to Amsterdam, a Czech fellow hoping to reach Prague, three Englishmen on their way to Manchester, and a Hungarian woman trying to reach Budapest. The Englishmen were generously distributing beer from several ten-packs of Tuborg and keeping everyone cheerful.
The 17-hour train ride made four stops — Hamburg, Cologne, the Frankfurt airport and Mannheim — before reaching Paris. I finally made it home around noon Saturday. (Text Source: ‘intransit.blogs.nytimes’)
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