I probably should have looked at the email from my colleague a bit closer. Instead I just noted down the address of the Copenhagen hotel, printed out my boarding pass and left the office for the day.My flight lands around midday. I look up the metro stop (Nørreport) and end my journey, bag in hand, at the reception of the Kong Arthur, a fairly swanky establishment a stone’s throw from the banks of the Peblinge Sø, one of the Danish capital’s…
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