Day 7: Made it to London 🇬🇧 It was an intense morning - my hostel neighbors in Copenhagen were ding-dong ditching me at the big age of 30. This left me with little time to sleep before my flight to London, but we survived (no we didn't). I landed, took an hour long train one way and then the other, then ate a shawarma, napped, and another hour long commute to see a gig. But I got there and felt increasingly unwell and left before the gig even started because it kept getting delayed.