Dragor Hotel Experience: Spooky Action Up Close?
Submitted by Bob Johnston on April 15, 2008 - 4:35pm.
Hi John, it's me again. I posted the following story under your post "Neuroplasticity . . . et al", but because it felt buried under all the other comments I decided to repeat it here. I was especially taken by your ending, "How can I see things in a new and different way? How can I make what I see useful?"
Your questions reminded me of an experience Mill and I had last August while in Denmark after a two-week cruise on the Baltic Sea. We disembarked on a beautiful sunshiny Friday afternoon without an inkling of the adventure, near misadventure, we were about to experience.
First in the comedy of errors was that the taxi driver couldn't find the Copenhagen Airport Hotel and no one had every heard of it. Yet, our confirmed prepaid reservations showed that as the name of our hotel. Finally we found it by the name of Dragor Hotel (not even the desk clerk knew it as the Copenhagen Airport Hotel). But because the address was accurate we finally located it.
It was a quaint old hotel in a picturesque fishing town named Dragor after fishermen noted for the way they dragged their nets. Dragor was just outside Copenhagen and twenty minutes from the airport. Our room was on the third floor, there was no elevator.
An attractive blond woman who spoke excellent English checked us in then advised that at the stroke of midnight all hotel personnel went home for the weekend. In Dragor everyone, she said, stops work for the weekend. After midnight there would be no switchboard and no one at the front desk should we need help. Our travel agent hadn't told us about this.
Stunned, with at least one bit of foresight we asked that she schedule a taxi for 3:30am as we had a 6:55am flight home. After a wonderful chicken caesar salad at a quaint brightly colored umbrella sidewalk restaurant and a walk around the marina we trekked back to the hotel and went to bed early so as to rise about 3:00am.
At about 2:30am I got the strong -- actually almost overpowering -- urge to get up. I dressed and began dragging our large bags down the three flights. Millis stayed in the room with the rest of our luggage. I had no sooner placed the first bag in the lobby when three young guys drove up, parked and tried to enter the front door. I went to the door and tried to open it for them -- several times -- it would not open. There was no inside latch or other means by which to open the deadbolt. Further, except for the open staircase leading up to the second and third floors we were completely imprisoned in the lobby, all other doors were tightly locked.
Then one of the men discovered a note from the hotel desk manager in a small wooden box just outside the door. Lo and behold the box contained their room key which also opened the front door. Can you believe that!? Who from the U.S. would have anticipated a vacation hotel closed tight on weekends?
When our liberators opened the door I made sure I inserted a rolled magazine between the door and the jam so it wouldn't lock us in again. I checked the box for another key. There was none so when the taxi arrived the driver could not have unlocked the door either. Although five minutes late, our taxi did arrive and we made our flight just fine.
Whew!!! That was a close one. Just imagine, what if I hadn't had the strong urge to roll out of bed earlier than planned and go down to the lobby just at the time the three drunk guys arrived . . . two or three minutes at very most either way . . . before or after . . . and we would likely have missed a window of opportunity to get out of our hotel prison in time to catch our flight. Think of the complications that could have ensued with the airlines -- no-show penalties, rescheduling our flight, et al.
What other options did we have available? Well, this is too much a long shot to be practicable but we could have thrown our luggage out of our third story window and jumped down after it. Then dragging our luggage we could have limped on maybe broken legs and who knows what else half way around the hotel to meet the taxi. No, we aren't quite that nuts but for a fleeting second it came to mind.
The renowned Swiss psychiatrist Carl G. Jung had a term for such occurrences: "synchronicity", in other words, a meaningful coincidence. How else could one explain it? Good luck? A 'guardian angel'? A mysterious intelligence in Nature? OmniMind? Maybe you have an explanation.
Well, I couldn't help telling you about our Dragor Hotel adventure. Is there a 'moral' to our story? If you plan on visiting enchanting Dragor, Denmark you may, if it is to be a weekend stay, want to check the hotel's policies regarding staffing . . . will someone be on duty and the telephone switchboard working? And, oh yes, ask if they have a front door which can be unlocked from the inside even though you have a key which unlocks only from the outside. Got it?
We didn't ask for a different experience, not at least that different, but we got it. Talk about spooky goings on at at distance . . . how about up close?
What are your feelings and thoughts, John?
Bob


