The plan was perfect. Before I start my new job in April, I need to write two articles and finish off an old one. It would also be nice to have a bit of vacation since I spent Christmas writing my research plan. So drastic measures were needed. To be most productive I needed to just disappear for a few days and lock myself in a hotel room and let the creativity flow. I had some hotel credit left so Copenhagen was an excellent option. As a reward, I would be in CPH.

Thursday's train must have been a bag of nice viruses because I was sick directly. Or maybe others at work were sick and my slight relaxation on the train left me open for an attack. Or, less likely, it was because I didn't have my Actimel. By Friday morning I was feeling like shite and by the afternoon I was having a seriously bad spinning-room kind of day. No, my hotel was not in Christiania. Saturday I had to splash-proof the computer for a lovely sneeze-fest which continued today on the train back.

So I got way less done than I hoped and have given up the dream of getting any vacation before the new job. It's not going to happen. But, being sick has made me think less about my arm.

While we are on the topic of CPH and cycling, that place is meant for us. There was a cycle highway next to the hotel and everyone was just flying. Go to Copenhagen Cycle Chic and enjoy. They have started to include all types of cycling pictures and not just those of women in skirts.