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Copenhagen

June 2, 2009

After London, I set off to Copenhagen with no real expectations.  I knew very little of Danish culture, except that they were a Socialist country and also considered the happiest people in the world.  The first thing I noticed was how clean the city was.  Not just physical cleanliness, but audibly the streets were very silent.  Cars were rarely seen.  In fact, bikes seemed to dominate the streets in Copenhagen.  This made me happy.  Afterall, I was living in London for two and a half weeks; a city brimming with noise and activity.

When I arrived at the hostel, my happiness was quickly dulled by the presence of 50 pre-pubescent teenagers running around the place.  Apparently, they were here on a field trip and picked the very hostel I was staying at to reside.  Let’s just say I rarely stayed there, except late night when I would stumble back from a long night of drinking.

The first day, I ran around the city taking hundreds of pictures and trying to absorb as much of Copenhagen as I could in the short amount of time I had.  It’s rather small and easily walkable, so I had no problems bouncing around from one end to the other.  By night time I was ready for a drink.  Except I found out something they don’t tell you in the guide books.  The exchange rate is horrible!!  I couldn’t find a beer for less than $8!  I was resigned to the fact that I would be sleeping in a teenage-infested hostel completely sober.  As hope faded, I spotted a Scottish pub that had beers for $5.  Sold!

I sat alone for quite a few beers listening to an acoustic set, when suddenly a group of Danes introduced themselves to me.  I ended up joining their group and had a wonderful time.  We drank and sang to American Pie (everyone in Denmark speaks English and apparently loves our music).  We got a long so well that one of them offered to show me around the city the next afternoon.  I had met my first friend in Denmark.  The next day we casually walked around the city and she showed me parts that I would have never thought to go to.  It was an amazing time and I will always remember their sincerity.  Hopefully, I can keep in touch with them through various social networking sites.  The next morning I was off to Berlin!

To be continued….

A lovely canal lined with restaurants and boats.

A lovely canal lined with restaurants and boats.

A lighthouse overlooking the main waterway.

A lighthouse overlooking the main waterway.

A private garden in front of the Danish Jewish Museum.  It was very serene.

A private garden in front of the Danish Jewish Museum. It was very serene.

Another image from the same garden.

Another image from the same garden.

Makes me want to ride around everywhere.  Except I don't own a bike.

Makes me want to ride around everywhere. Except I don't own a bike.

Ditte and I were in a bar with tons of graffitti.  This was my favorite phrase.

Ditte and I were in a bar with tons of graffitti. This was my favorite phrase.

I just loved this bike.  I want one so bad!!!!

I just loved this bike. I want one so bad!!!!

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One Comment leave one →
  1. mike permalink
    June 7, 2009 7:52 pm

    sushi??? that’s it. i give up. i’m officially a free-market capitalist.

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