We’ve arrived safely, but not without incident in Copenhagen.
I decided to pack quite a bit of camera gear for this trip. The new A850, the Zeiss 24-70mm f/2.8 along with several fast, prime lenses for low light shooting and a variety of accessories including my nice flash gun and other sorted items.
Managing my heavy jacket, my backpack and this VERY heavy camera bag has been challenging, but something I thought I had well under control.
We flew from Houston to Atlanta where we caught our overseas flight to Copenhagen. Once we arrived at the airport we gathered our things and walked to the train platform where we waited a few minutes and caught the train to the Copenhagen Central Station where it would only be a 5 minute walk to the hotel.
All was going well as we boarded the train and struck up a conversation with a guy from Jutland who was headed into Copenhagen to meet with some family for the holidays.
When we got to Copenhagen Central Station I went to gather my things and noticed my camera bag was missing.
I was sure I brought it on to the train but it was nowhere to be seen. Could the someone have lifted it on the train? Seemed unlikely. The bag is quite heavy and it’s not something you just pick up and casually walk away with.
We went to the information booth, hoping maybe we’d left it at the train platform at the airport and it had been turned in to lost and found or something. They checked, nothing.
Cynthia was in full panic mode. I was pretty dejected thinking I was not going to be doing the one thing I came here to do, which is take pictures.
We decided to catch the train back to the airport and I told Cynthia to pray for a miracle.
It’s about a 15 minute train ride between Central Station and the airport and the whole way Cynthia is crying I am thinking I am going to just throw up. How on Earth could I have been either stupid enough to leave the camera bag laying on the platform or unobservant enough to miss someone walking off with my precious camera equipment?
As we pulled into the airport I looked to the other platform and there was my camera bag, right where I left it. Just sitting there.
I ran up into the airport and back down and in my haste managed to just end up back on the arrival platform. I ran again and managed to get to the proper platform and grabbed my camera bag. Everything was there, completely untouched.
As I was running to get to the camera Cynthia stood on the opposite platform, watching our things and crying. Another traveller asked her what was wrong and she explained and he ran up and across to the other platform to rescue the bag, but I got there first.
I met back up with Cynthia and the other traveller came back and we thanked him for his efforts. We collected out wits AND all of our belongings and headed back to Copenhagen on the train and got checked into the hotel.
I am one lucky lucky man.