Steve MccClure
Danish cakes
I’m sat on an SAS flight on my way back home from Denmark, part one of three from Aarhus going via Copenhagen and Aberdeen to Manchester. Another re-route and going down as a record 3 out of 4 seriously disrupted SAS flights in only a month! But anyway I look a little out of place, sat in my red Marmot powerstretch, surrounded by grey suited business men on their commute to their desk. At least the re-route led to an upgrade, and sat in ‘economy extra’ I was treated to a few breakfasty type things. But I had to chuckle, apparently there was one too many sat in this area, and obviously thinking I was the scruffy bloke who’d tried it on for the free food they homed straight in on me, “A quick look at your boarding Card Sir?”
No one really spoke, this was clearly the bus to work, and I was the only one wearing any colour. It was 7am, but obviously, it being a flight everyone had been up since at least 5am, as they probably are every day. They were going to work, I was off home. I’d been out since Friday, leaving Sheffield at 6am to arrive at the fantastic Aarhus climbing club wall for a few introductions and a few hours route setting. Then the next day it was an early start, eight hours standing up coaching, then a lecture and a few more hours route setting till 10pm. Next day was the same again. Pretty exhausting! But it doesn’t feel like a job. I got to meet a load of cool people, climb on a truly great wall that puts the UK to shame, motivate and pass on some of my knowledge and be treated like a king. The two girls that shamed the rest of us with their incredible flexibility even baked a cake – chocolate chip, just the way a Danish Cake should be.
So I’m pretty knackered, but looking around the commuter bus I don’t feel like a person who has a real job at all, or maybe I’m just lucky. When god dealt out the job cards I guess he laid me a good hand!
September 12, 2010 08:03 AM
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