The last days have been rather easy. But problems always arrive. My walking boots had been at the door for the last week. The moment I'm going to take them on I see they're going to fall apart soon. The heat had made the glue get liquid. I quickly decided to let them stay at home and take on my old shoes. The rest will have to show.
My brother came to take me to the airport and drive the car back. With a cardboard box for the bicycle it's almost impossible to go there alone.
To fly with a bicycle wasn't as easy as I remembered. I had announced I would bring a bike and it was accepted. I started going to a counter asking how to do with a bike. First I should check-in. I went to try. I couldn't, probably because the bicycle wasn't payed for. I went back to the counter. Now a lady agreed to help me pay for the bicycle. Then I went to check-in. Success! Then to luggage-drop to get my labels. Then to big/odd luggage to hand over both the bicycle and the cardboard box with my panniers. My brother helped me taping them together and we both were wet from sweat when it was over. The front wheel had been forgotten at first so a lot of tape had to be cut and taped again.
A friend had suggested I read "Kafka on the beach" by some japanese author while I was there, and I managed to find it - in danish of course.