'Business traveller' is not a term that I apply to myself. I don't wheel and deal and empire build, and no one coughs up for me to sit anywhere forward of cattle class.However, this week I was in Copenhagen. I became another carbon-copy 'man in suit with laptop'. And with not much else. Up at 4:30 a.m. to catch the morning flight, I removed my overnight kit from my carefully prepared bag to brush my teeth, and sleepily forgot to put it back.
The day ended with an evening sprint around a discomfiture of Seven-Eleven stores. It produced toothpaste, toothbrush, and deodorant; but no shaver, no comb.
Morning came. Unkempt and unshaven, but ever-so-freshly scented, I resumed my quest. At last, victory, a daytime chemist with a comb! I returned triumphantly to my hotel, only to find that the cleaning staff had cleared my bedside table. The hard-won spoils of the previous evening were gone.
So if you know of an illicit Danish dealership in partially used toiletries, do send me a postcard.
So if you know of an illicit Danish dealership in partially used toiletries, do send me a postcard.
2 comments:
Lordy, That would be my NIGHTMARE, no toiletries while travelling, but, of course, women carry a hundred more items than men . . . It's often bewildering what pharmacies/general stores in other countries stock and don't stock, I often thank God for Boots . . . My Danish step-dad's twin lives in Copenhagen, I could have him investigate your pilfered toiletries!
Funny; I was wandering the Danish streets and longing for Boots. I eventually found an equivalent, of course, but there's no substitute for local knowledge.
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