Copenhagen Escape

Had a bitch of a day at work today working for the client from hell. Sometimes when you have done everything right, it still isn't good enough and you end up having to make a choice between swallowing your tongue and just telling that client from hell how it really is.

I chose the fist option

Which meant I had some pent up energy to get rid of. About an hour and a half later I was back at my hotel with a much clearer head and some perspective on life having run around the major sites in Copenhagen at a pretty good pace. If there's one good thing to be said for frustration, it makes you run faster and harder.

Here's a quick snap of Nyhavn, a street full of boats, bars and restaurants right in the middle of the city that I ran past