One evening in November when I was scanning the forums of the Swedish equivalence to Flyertalk, I found an interesting thread linking to a free Lufthansa voucher code. The offer in question was Lufthansa’s twice-annual voucher giveaway, directed exclusively for members of Inter Nations (whatever that might be). For some reason though the code was made accessible to the public via the link.
With the rather generous discount of €40 it was a no-brainer for me, and I issued the voucher in an instance. However Sweden turned out not to be one of the countries listed in the drop-down menu which meant that the code could not be redeemed for flights originating from the ”Little land of Lagom”. Luckily our dear neighbours in the south turned out to be listed as a supported country, so I quickly began searching for cheap flights from Copenhagen.
After some chats with my friend and fellow a.netter Daniel (LH4532), Frankfurt came to be the most obvious choice as I had long promised Daniel to make a visit some day. The cheap tickets on the route were abundant, and after some discussion we agreed that the 3rd weekend of January (21st–22nd) would be most suited for our schedules. The cheap fares were available on those dates, and after having redeemed the code my flights set me back at just over €60 which in my opinion is a bargain price considering the fact that Lufthansa is one of the best carriers out there.
As luck would have it on those dates, the train tickets from Västerås to CPH turned out to cost a very cheap €14 one way, the equivalent price of the Swebus to ARN. Since I had some SJ vouchers lying around, I booked myself a round trip with the return segment upgraded to 1st Class using SJ Prio points. Since there were no X2000 trains back home to Västerås after 4.29pm I was forced to overnight in Copenhagen. With hotels being very very expensive, I did the rare exception of booking myself a night in a hostel costing only €10. All in all this was a bargain weekend getaway costing me just under €100.
– The long way to Frankfurt
After the wonderful times spent in Tallinn and Arlanda the previous weekend, it was time for me get back on the road once again. Following a sleepless night, I woke up at 8am sharp from the sound of my alarm clock. I slowly dragged myself out of bed and hopped in for a piping hot shower as the morning sunshine peacefully brought me back to life. After a quick gathering up of my belongings, I headed down for the kitchen to savour the hearty breakfast my mom had prepared for me.
In the midst of my pancake feeding frenzy, I received a notification on my iPhone telling me that my connecting train to Norrköping had been delayed by 90 minutes. This would of course mean that my X2000 connection would be missed, and the next train would arrive in Copenhagen only 30 minutes before my flight. Fearing the worst, I picked up the phone and called SJ (Swedish Railway Company) costumer service. I was served by a friendly young male on the other line, and after providing him with my booking details and flight departure, he saw no other choice then to have a taxi pick me up from my house and deliver me all the way to Norrköping just in time for catching the next X2000 to Malmö. I thanked the man, and headed out to my doorstep where the taxi arrived after just 10 minutes.
At 12.15am I was dropped off at Norrköping Central Station. I thanked the taxi driver and headed inside to have my tickets re-booked at the SJ counter. The friendly lady manning the counter conducted the formalities in a breeze, and soon my X2000 train bound for Malmö (had to transfer to the local train to CPH) rolled in to the platform.
Following the comfortable and surprisingly smooth 4 hour X2000 ride, I finally arrived at Kastrup Airport. The time was now 4.35pm, 90 minutes after my scheduled time of arrival which meant that I would be given a full refund on my ticket.
Very soon, I made my way up the escalators and into the main departures and arrivals hall of Terminal 3 where I quickly located the SAS Self-Service check-in machines. Since I had done OLCI the previous day, printing out the boarding pass was done in a matter of seconds.
After having printed out my floppy ”grocery shop receipt” BP, I headed straight for the security screening where my BP was thoroughly inspected by an officer. Without saying a single word to me, he pulled the ribbon and welcomed me to use the fast track lane which I thought was very strange. Perhaps it must’ve been my lowball *S status that the man had mistaken for something higher. Nevertheless, the regular line looked like a complete zoo and I very much appreciated this kind gesture. Of course this is not something I would expect in the future.
The security screening however was not a breeze. For the first time in years I got the unlucky beep when passing though the detector, despite conducting my usual procedures. I’m suspecting the detectors they use in CPH are a lot more sensitive, and may have been triggered by the silver buttons and riveting in my Nudie Jeans (I’ve never had any problems with my Nudies in the past).
So I was forced to stand on the podium while getting publicly molested by a bald man whose fingers came dangerously close to my manly parts. To make matters worse my cellphone had somehow fallen down under the X-Ray machine, and it took a lot of discussions with the security staff to get it back.
Unlike a certain dutchman I managed to stay calm during this whole process, and soon I was released into the tax-free store as I entered the airside area.
With the SAS Business Class mileage snafu a few weeks earlier, my Star Alliance Gold status had yet not been achieved and being just 900 miles short I was very frustrated in the days prior to this trip. I saw no point in picking a fight with the lounge staff, after Petteri Finn’s brutal rejection a few years ago (nowadays the dragons fall to the ground as he salutes them with his signature hat gesture every time he makes his entrance to the lounge). I figured that Starbucks would make up a good lounge substitute, but sadly the place was packed and the seating was rather poor. Even worse were the prices listed on the board, absolutely absolutely unjustifiably overpriced. I’m sorry, this is all China’s fault. At the end it was just better to sit down at a bench and spend the remaining hour reading my copy of TIME Magazine (also courtesy of the man with the hat).
At 6.15pm I began heading over to gate B7 where my flight to Frankfurt would depart from.
As the clock had ticked its way to 6.25pm, the boarding call was made over the PA welcoming Business Class passengers and Star Golds to board the plane at their leisure, followed by families with children and people seated at the back rows. For some reason though people just flooded the boarding gate, but with the load being very light this evening it wasn’t a major issue. Being seated at row 26, I managed to be one of the first passengers to board. My BP was promptly scanned before being released down the jetway.
Upon entering the aircraft, I was greeted by a friendly male purser who promptly directed me down the aisle. Despite this machine being almost four years old, the interior was in immaculate condition. The aircraft was fitted with the ”Neue Ekonomie Klasse” or NEK interior, and the cabin linings were of the latest version, indicating that this aircraft was indeed one of the later production models. Soon, I found my way to my seat at row 26 on the A side.
Sadly though, as I sat down in 26A I noticed that the row was missing a window. I do tend to get very claustrophobic when seated at windowless rows (or the mid section of a widebody for that matter), so I quickly moved to seat 34A once boarding was completed.
My first impressions of the NEK seats were very positive. They were not as hard and uncomfortable as expected, seat cushion felt pretty much like the same as on any other slimline Recaro seat, although the lumbar support was slightly on the hard side, but nothing that affected the overall comfort negatively. The leather was plush, and soft, much nicer then on the old seats where the leather felt more like processed rubber. Overall impression of the seats was very good, and I could easily manage a 4+ hour flight in them.
Soon the aircraft doors were closed, after which pushback followed shortly. CFM-56 engines hummed to life as the aircraft began its taxi towards the runway. The co-pilot came over to introduce himself over the PA system, flight time was announced at one hour and five minutes. This was followed by a manual safety demonstration conducted by the crew. The aircraft soon lined up on the runway and performed a powerful takeoff, which was quite expected considering the light load and short duration of the flight.
After a number of turns to the left, and the right, the aircraft continued climbing to its cruising altitude as we set course towards Frankfurt. There was some quite severe turbulence throughout the flight, but that didn’t keep the crew from conducting the usual in-flight service formalities which is perhaps the main reason why I love this airline so much. The carts were rolled out almost immediately after the seatbelt sign had been switched off, and soon the two friendly female pursers serving the aft section reached my row.
Quickly and promptly a sandwich was placed on my table, few words used nor needed, just a smile and a ”thanks”. Shortly afterwards the drinks cart came by, and I requested a glass of that exquisitely fruity Pinot Blanc wine they serve on Lufthansa. Very surprised did I become when I was asked for a second drink to go along. This isn’t exactly anything I expect when flying Economy Class, and quite frankly this fabulous airline impressed me once again! I settled for my usual diet coke which was served in a can, as opposed to the regular coke which was poured from big bottles.
The sandwich turned out to be a very delicious egg salad on rye bread. I’m particularly a big fan of rye bread as it’s very healthy, filling, and good for the stomach. The sandwich was just about the right size to be called a proper one, and not miniatures like they served on LX. Bread tasted very nice and fresh, not overly dry as rye bread often can be. Egg salad was in interesting filling which seemed to fit in quite well. I was offered 2nd servings on the sandwich as well, which left me very stuffed.
The remainder of the flight was very uneventful. I ordered in a second glass of wine, put the seat in a slightly reclined position, and enjoyed some mellow tunes on my iPhone. Very soon the nose was tipped downwards, and the crew came around to collect the trash, followed by preparations for landing. Only minutes after the seatbelt had been turned on, the co-pilot came over the blower to inform us that we would have a very bumpy approach down to Frankfurt. This turned out to be very true, as the aircraft instantly plunged into a thick storm cloud with severe turbulence. The turbulence was in fact very very strong, as the aircraft was thrown to all sides violently. It was even more violent then on my SAS flight a few weeks earlier. Although this time, I had full trust in the pilot throughout whole ride.
Soon our A321 emerged from the thick cloud, and the city lights of Frankfurt became visible from down below. Minutes later we lined up towards the runway at FRA for our final approach. During the approach we overflew the entire airport, passing by all the terminals, hangars and buildings, offering some very spectacular views. I’m suspecting that we landed of the ”Polderbaan” of FRA as I have never experienced this approach before. Moments later, the aircraft made a hard touchdown followed by some even harder breaking. Reverse thrusts were applied to maximum.
Upon retrieving my bag from the overhead, I noticed Daniel had sent me a text about our meeting spot. His instructions were very clear and thorough, a first good impression of the German efficiency. As I was seated at the rear cabin, I was allowed to leave the aircraft from the back door. Outside a bus was waiting to take us to the A terminal, since this aircraft was parked at the B gates, presumably continuing its way to LHR. Busride was short, and after following Daniel’s instructions I headed for the Fernbahnhof which was very well-signed and easy to find. Again, the German efficiency was proven to exist. I really don’s see why our Venezuelan friend hates Frankfurt so much (okay to be fair, the place was really empty).
Following an efficient 5 minute walk, I finally arrived to the Starbucks near the ICE-station, where Daniel was already waiting for me. After the usual meet and greet, we headed over to the DB Lounge where Daniel was kind enough to burn one of his vouchers for my visit, just as a slight consolation for my *G snafu. Thanks a lot man!
The Lounge was far from airline standard, heck even lower standard than the SJ Lounge we have at home. Seating areas were plenty full, and we soon found ourselves some comfy seaters by a table, where we settled down for the evening. Only offerings were a soda fountain and a coffee machine of the artificial kind, no snacks or food. It may seem poor, but to be honest any lounge will do over having to wait in public areas. And of course with some good company it wasn’t much to bother about anyway. We spent a grand total of two hours gossiping and chatting, before being forced to leave as the lounge closes at 10pm.
A couple of days prior, Johannes (Luxair747SP) offered to join us for our short meet in FRA. With his flight from Istanbul arriving at 10.10pm, we agreed to meet up at the Hooters Restaurant around 10.30pm. Daniel and I decided to head for Hooters right away, to have some drinks while waiting for Johannes. After some chats and margaritas we looked at the clock to see it already well past 10.30pm, and Johannes was nowhere to be seen.
Following a phone call made by Daniel revealed that Johannes flight had been delayed, and it would be very uncertain whether we would have any time to meet him since we had an ICE train to catch shortly after 11pm. But in the end, we chugged our Margaritas and headed for the arrivals hall to make a try in catching him. After some tense full waiting, we finally spotted Johannes coming running towards us.
With only minutes before our ICE would depart, we only had time for a meet&greet and some brief chats, as we walked back towards the Fernbahnhof I was positively surprised to hear about his good experiences on TK. Soon Johannes took his turn towards the parking building, where he was reunited with the rest of his family. Daniel, and I bid him adieu as we continued our walk towards the ICE tracks. On our way we decided to stop by a LH SSCI machine to pick up the boarding pass for tomorrows flight back home to Copenhagen.
At 11.08pm sharp, our ICE train bound for Mannheim departed. We soon found ourselves some comfy seats in the restaurant car, but we decided to move as they didn’t allow people to eat their brought-on food there (I had purchased a take-away Hooters Burger for dinner). The 30 minute ride went quick, as I was busy stuffing myself with those 450grams of meat while at the same time having a conversation with Daniel. It was tricky, but manageable at the end. Upon our arrival in Mannheim, we were picked up by Daniel’s parents at the station who then drove us back to their house, where the night was to be spent.
– The German mini-tour
After a great night’s sleep and a hearty breakfast, we left the house again at 11am the following morning. Daniel’s father insisted in having me taken on a tour around the town of Ludwigshafen, and despite Daniel being slightly reluctant in his father’s choice of car, we set off out to the empty streets. Ludwigshafen may perhaps not have been one of the most fascinating cities I’ve visited. But hearing Daniel’s father tell the stories behind literally every building we passed by made the tour very interesting.
On our way back home two hours later, Daniel and I stopped by a local American Diner for some sunday lunch or brunch if you may call it. Feeling rather fed up on meet after last night’s dinner, I decided to go for the American Blueberry Pancakes, whereas Daniel went for the classic Milkshake&Burger combo. After the very heavy lunch, we stumbled back to Daniel’s house to gather up my belongings, before being driven by Daniel’s father to the ICE station in Mannheim to catch my 2.35pm high-speed train to Frankfurt Airport. I quickly said goodbye to Daniel, promising that I would be back in Germany very soon again. 15 minutes later, I was dropped off at the ICE station in Mannheim.
With some 15 minutes to kill before my train would depart, I decided to explore the surrounding areas of the station, before heading back inside and make my way over to track 3, which conveniently was stated on my ticket. Again, the german efficiency is playing its part very well here.
At 2.35pm sharp, my sleek and shiny white ICE Generation 3 High-Speed train arrived to the platform. Since I was traveling on a sunday, the train was rather packed with people but I soon managed to find myself a comfortable pair of seats in one of the 2nd Class cars.
Soon the train started to roll, making its 80 kilometre dash to the airport. I was quite disappointed that the train didn’t reach its top-speed of 320 km/h, instead it just lurked its way at a slow 180 km/h despite the tracks being dead straight. Suppose this High-Speed thing is just an euphemism for ”trains with slightly enhanced speeds”. The conductor later came by and conducted a very strict and through inspection of my ticket. Basically the asked to have the ticket scanned, my VISA card swiped, and my passport to be inspected. Never experienced that before, but again the german efficiency is playing its part here.
At 3.05pm the train pulled in at Fernbahnhof, precisely 90 minutes prior to my departure for Copenhagen. Since I already had my boarding pass in hand, I headed straight for the security, after having made my way through the long tunnels connecting the terminal to the railway station.
Upon reaching the security check, I found the place not to be crowded at all. 5 regular lanes for Y pax, and one fast track lane for *G and premium pax. Funny enough the fast track lane was overcrowded, whereas the Y lanes were completely deserted. For some reason, a man with an FTL tag hanging on his trolley was picking a fight with the agents for why they refused to let him enter the fast track. To be honest I’m just wondering what point this idiot tries make wasting his and other people’s time by blocking the fast track gate when he could’ve just used the regular one that would’ve gotten him though faster. Now I really understand why our Venezuelan friend keeps ranting about how chaotic the security at FRA is.
Nevertheless, I made the beeline over to the regular lane and passed with flying colours. Sadly though, as I was about to pick up my bag and leave, one of the agents insisted in having me taken for an additional screening. I begged and pleaded that my flight was leaving soon, but the agents refused to listen.
So I was taken aside to a special corner where the agent opened up the camera compartment of my bag to swipe a tiny piece of paper over the back of my DSLR. He soon disappeared into a booth, before shortly giving me the thumbs up. ”That’s it?”, I though. The screening was done in less then a minute, and my camera didn’t even have to be taken out of the bag. I really couldn’t understand why our friend Eric get so annoyed by this. Maybe it’s the security staff in AMS being much ruder? With some 45 minutes to go before boarding would start, I decided to head over to my gate A23 for some spotting.
There’s just something I love about FRA. It’s the cleanness, the great spotting opportunities from the windows, the way Lufthansa mark their presence with having their giant logos placed on every wall both on the inside and the outside of the terminal, and the fact that there aren’t so many tax-free stores and overpriced cafés. This is truly the way an airport should be!
Soon, I made my way over to gate 23 where I found myself a nice table with some good views of the action on the apron. Since Dallmayr coffee and Lufthansa are part of an advertising alliance, Dallmayr have placed coffee vending machines around the terminal for the passengers to use free of charge. I recon that this is a great way for a company to market themselves, hence keeping the passengers from mortgaging their houses on buying overpriced coffee from the cafés. I doubt LH would ever have gotten the thought to provide free coffee to the pax, if not for Dallmayr subsidising it heavily in exchange for the advertisement.
I settled with a cup of coffee while watching the action on the apron for some 30 minutes before boarding was called for my flight, at 4.05pm sharp.
The load for this flight appeared to be the same as on the outbound flight, perhaps the A321 is too big for this route. With Lufthansa being on the forefront when it comes to innovations (up yours SAS), the gate was manned by one sole agent who made sure that the self-service boarding worked as it should. I quickly lined up at one of the four boarding gates, and within less then a minute I was on my way down the jetway. The self-service boarding worked very efficient, as it both saves time for the passenger and money for the airline since less staff is required to mann the gates.
What I found quite interesting was the fact that two jetways were used for this A321, it felt almost like boarding a long haul flight. So I took the opportunity to use the jetway connected to door 1L, despite not being seated in Business Class. At the door, I was greeted by a friendly male purser who kindly directed me down the aisle to my seat at the 36th row.
Soon I found my way to my seat at the A side on row 36. Legroom was the same as on the outbound flight, and as expected the cabin was immaculate condition.
As boarding was completed, the first officer came over the PA welcoming everyone onboard. We were told that there would be some strong turbulence throughout half of the flight. This was followed by pushback and a manual safety demonstration as we taxied to the runway. The takeoff as expected was very powerful.
Following takeoff was a steep climb before levelling off, and slowly continuing our climb to our cruising altitude of 42 000 feet. As expected the flight was very bumpy, which sadly delayed the service as the seatbelt sign remained on until 40 minutes before landing.
As the turbulence had cleared, the crew quickly rolled out the carts to conduct the snack service for this flight. Soon the friendly flight attendant reached my row, and quickly handed me over the snack followed by the drinks cart. Nowadays flying Lufthansa short haul you never really know what you will be served, it could either be a sandwich, hot wrap, salad or chocolate bar. On this flight I was quite glad to be served a salad consisting of kidney beans, feta cheese, black olives, red bell peppers, and grilled zucchini. Along with the salad came a pack of crostini. As usual I opted for the white wine and diet coke combo.
The salad tasted very nice and fresh, going perfect with the pinot blanc Lufthansa serve in Economy Class. The crew came around to offer 2nd servings which I gladly accepted. After the trash had been cleared, I requested another glass of wine and spent the short reminder of the flight relaxing and watching the beautiful sunset from the window.
Very soon the sun had disappeared behind the horizon, and the nose was tipped downwards. The first officer later came over the PA announcing our landing in Copenhagen would take place in 20 minutes. The crew soon came around to prepare the cabin for landing.
Soon the aircraft made a rough landing, followed by a quick taxi to the Schengen gates at Kastrup Terminal 3. Since my time was limited in Copenhagen, and I wanted to get into to town as fast as possible I rushed out of the aircraft, and bit the crew goodbye on my way out. I quickly made my way out to the arrivals hall and hopped on the metro to Nyhavn where I would be spending the night.
Since hotels in Copenhagen are filthy filthy expensive, I decided to go for the cheap option and spend the night at a Hostel. I have stayed at a hostel before, and it was a painful experience. However I simply couldn’t justify paying €120 for a hotel room when I would just be spending one night in town. I had managed to find a room at the Generator’s Hostel in Nyhavn for a very reasonable rate of €15 for one night. To my big surprise the rooms were very clean, comfy beds and the linens were included in the price.
My room was shared with a Korean guy, an Indian guy and a guy from San Francisco, all very friendly and calm. However on the other side of the room, a group of american college backpackers were occupying the two bunk beds. For some reason they were in the mood for clubbing, despite it being a sunday night, a time when most people prefer to stay home and relax. Nevertheless, they left rather early at 9pm.
Feeling quite hungry, I headed across the street to a nearby pizza place for some dinner. I opted for a pastrami pizza, setting me back a reasonable €6. I must say that the pizza was perhaps one of the best ones I have ever tasted in my entire life, and not only did it taste good, it was great to look at as well. Stuffed and tired, I headed back to my room at the hostel where everyone else was already asleep, tucked myself in the comfy bed, and fell asleep. At 2am however, the group of american college people came back to the room. As they were obviously still drunk, quite a lot of noise was made waking everyone else including myself up. The loud laughter and chit chatting, combined with the lights being turned on and off made it impossible to fall back asleep. At 3am however the lights were finally turned off, and it seemed like the three of them had fallen asleep.
As I was about to slumber back into the dreamy wonderland, I suddenly began hearing a very distinct rustling noise. I was hoping and praying that it wouldn’t be the sound I suspected it to be, but sadly it was. What followed the sound of rubber being attached to a man’s vegetable was a traumatising cacophony of giggles, dirty talk, loud bed squeaks, and moans. These shamelessly disrespectful barbarians kept on for well over one hour, keeping everyone in the room including myself awake without even realising it themselves. One guy even started making faux coughs as an attempt to make these people stop, but quite frankly the idea of having sex in a room full of strangers just seemed to make those two hit it harder, and harder. At one point it sounded almost as if the bunk bed was about to break apart.
At the tip of dawn this horribly traumatising selfishly disrespectful act of lovemaking had ceased, leaving me and everyone else in the room with a massive sleep deprivation. I am simply stunned that some people have such a lack of morale to justify this barbaric behaviour. Also if those two were planning to have sex in the first place, why the hell didn’t they stay at a hotel since it would cost the same money anyway (but of course, the people in question are of the same kind that fly Ryanair, i.e lacking brain functions to justify analytical thinking and research). Having people snore when sleeping in a hostel is annoying but acceptable, but this was simply on the verge of criminal behaviour. I will most likely not sleep in a hostel at any point in the future, since you simply can’t, never had, and never will be able to get a decent night’s sleep.
I woke up at 9.30am feeling like a wreck with a massive sleep deprivation. I both looked and felt like a complete mess as I stumbled my way over to the bathroom for an icy cold shower before quickly gathering up my belongings and heading down to the reception to check out. I was kind of regretting spending those €15 on a night at a hostel when I could might as well have spent the night at the bus station.
Soon, I headed out on the streets in search for a nice breakfast place. Sadly all the places stopped serving breakfast at 10am, so I had to settle with an overpriced, and unsubstantial breakfast baggie from 7Eleven. What was even worse was the fact that I was forced to eat it outside in the freezing cold, since the store manager didn’t allow me to stay inside and eat it. I really hate eating in public areas, so after some searching I managed to find myself a quiet alley with a nice bench. Following breakfast was a stroll down Strøget to my favourite Baresso Café, where I spent a few hours reading my copy of TIME and surfing the free wifi on my iPhone, before heading down for the train station to catch my X2000 train back home to Västerås.
At 4.15pm I arrived at the station, fourteen minutes prior to departure. As luck would have it, the X2000 train was already parked at the platform which is highly unusual for Copenhagen. I quickly boarded the 1st Class car and settled into my mediocrely comfortable seat.
Soon the train started rolling, and the friendly conductor came to inspect my ticket. Since I had pre-ordered the three course meal, I requested to have it served around 7pm. It turned out to be fine with him. Moments later, I put the seat in its fully reclined position and fell asleep for a few hours. I was woken up later with the meal tray already placed on my table, along with a diet coke as requested earlier.
While the X2000 may be a tacky, and uncivilised mean of transport where the seats are always broken, toilets flooded, staff is rude, and train always late by three hours. The meals are the one thing that still manage to keep a consistent good quality (they’re made by LSG Skychefs so no wonder). The food tasted very nice and fresh, and despite the somewhat smaller portion sizes due to the new tableware, I was still feeling quite stuffed from the meal. Nothing more to say about it, I’ve had Beef á la Lindström five times so I’ve gotten a bit tired of the dish already. For some reason though it appears to have become SJ’s signature dish. All in all a great meal, especially the dessert.
Soon we arrived at Norrköping where I transferred to the regional train bound for Västerås. The ride was uneventful, and soon I arrived home.
Lufthansa as always managed to deliver an impressive and consistent short haul Economy Class product, by far superior then the competition. In my opinion, flying Lufthansa short haul Y is how all short haul flights should be like. The service was very generous for the duration of the flight, and with food this substantial there’s really not much need for flying EuroBiz (if you’re a *G for instance). All in all, Lufthansa once again managed to show off its better side, and I was left one happy customer.
As for the X2000 there’s not much to say about them other then the fact that they’re perhaps the most unreliable mean of transport on the planet. Transferring to CPH on them is not recommended since you’re most likely to be at least two hours late and miss your flight. If you are flying SAS however there’s not much to worry about, since they will re-book you on to the next flight. I was quite pleased though with the way SJ handled my delay, by instantly sending me a taxi, and no hard feelings about the money they lost on me since they make massive profits anyway.
The 1st Class product on the X2000 appear to have been improved slightly from last time, as they have brought back the dedicated crew, who treat the passengers a bit more friendly. Food was delicious as always, and the seats were in surprisingly good condition. Wouldn’t hesitate to book another trip once a dirt-cheap fare pops up again.
Feel free to have a look at my previous reports. The reports are categorised chronologically based on their time of publication.
SAS At Their Very Finest! ZRH-ARN, Business (pics) (by lh4116 Feb 2 2012 in Trip Reports)
Swiss Flatbed Business Class: PVG-ZRH +More (pics) (by LH4116 Jan 23 2012 in Trip Reports)
Proper Long Haul – Swiss Made: ARN-PVG Y (pics) (by LH4116 Jan 10 2012 in Trip Reports)
LH Italia, You Won’t Be Missed! ARN-MXP C (pics) (by LH4116 Oct 31 2011 in Trip Reports)
Parisian City Break à La Air France. ARN-CDG Y Rt (by LH4116 Aug 27 2011 in Trip Reports)
Long, Sleek And Still Blue. Finnair B757! (pics) (by LH4116 Aug 5 2011 in Trip Reports)
Off To Norway, On A Classic. ARN-BGO SAS Y (pics) (by LH4116 Jul 30 2011 in Trip Reports)
”Flying It Fake” On SAS, ARN-DLM Rt In ”C” (pics) (by LH4116 Jul 5 2011 in Trip Reports)
Norwegian ARN-GOT Inaugural Flights, Feb 17 (pics) (by LH4116 Feb 25 2011 in Trip Reports)
TAP Portugal, And The Moroccan Travesty (pics) (by LH4116 Jul 15 2010 in Trip Reports)
KLM Y, ARN-AMS R/t + Wonderful Holland (pics) (by LH4116 Oct 30 2009 in Trip Reports)
Trip Report: Train to Gothenburg, 1st Class (pics) (by LH4116 Jul 10 2009 in Non Aviation)
I Give You, SAS At Its Very Best! (pics) (by LH4116 Apr 17 2009 in Trip Reports)
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