Good Bye Odense ... finally

Travelling with the DSB (Danske Statsbaner) is always an adventure. Almost. The difference between travelling with DSB and a real adventure is slightly, that an adventure is most of the time exciting and in some way funny or amusing. Travelling with trains in Danmark is instead not so funny. It´s not done with paying the ticket and just wait for the train. You also need to bring your luggage and lots of patience! If the train is supposed to leave at 14:04 it means more or less a delay of 30 minutes minimum or in generell 1 hour and 15 minutes … Well, in short, You have to wait in Odense trainstation for 1 hour and 15 minutes. Then the train is coming from Copenhagen with the direction Esbjerg. So you get in and you ask carefully if the train goes to Kolding. The answer: Yes, but not this waggon. So you get out again and run with all your bags to the exact place where your waggon should be but it got changed just a minute before and all you can see is a glimp of the backlights... And the other part goes back to Copenhagen - where else :S. No notification for the passengers, no waiting... and twenty people shouting “Fuck dig DSB!! That makes it more funny but brings you not in a better situation ”. So you wait two hours more for the next train which goes your direction. Guess what!? Too late … 1 hour and 15 minutes. And in between there is this fat child, that probably exists in every town, steps on top of your Notebook and all you get is an unfriendly undskyld. Finally, after three hours in semi-beautiful Odense Hovedbanegården, you get the train, but it is behind the schedule, so you miss all the other trains, because you have to shift three times ... So you ask in the train for further information and after a while you get to know, that there´s a Taxa waiting for you in Kolding to bring you to Padborg. Nice service ... wouldn´t there be the other passengers and the fact that you are getting hungry as hell (and no kroner left)! But at one time starving and listening to a 35 year old esoteric girl who gives talks on alternative medicine somewhere and interrupted by the 50 year old french guy, who was once a locomotive driver somewhere in France and now travels through Europe collecting Souvenirs to establish his own Train-Museum in Bretagne melts your brain - really! But several hours later, two trainshifts more and you can see the Skyline of Kiel ... 8 hours travel for 300 km! Thank you DSB ...

The french guy, Patrick Sovet from the Bretagne, with fotos of his museum ...


Nachtrag: Vielleicht sollte ich noch erwähnen, dass sich meine Französischkenntnisse auf die paar dreckigen Sätze beschränken, die Aleksis und Yannou mir beigebracht haben ... Dafür hab ich wohl noch ne Menge Infos aus der Flut Französisch rausgehört oder aber ich liege voll daneben und er war Vertreter für Haarpflegeprodukte ...