Thursday 9th train to
Copenhagen
Nice easy start to catch a 9.30
train to Denmark. We even had time to stock up on Bismarck Baguettes (with
Rollmops) – I am probably the most unpopular person on the train. The
countryside is flat and lush, with small farms and cows and old style farming
equipment. Some of the houses and villages are extremely pretty and there is a
lot of land left in its natural state.
There was nothing to mark the
border with Denmark – they just changed conductors and announcements thereafter
were in 3 languages. She sounds like Sabrina from the ABC radio garden show. We
had to change trains at a station that doesn’t sound anything like how we would
pronounce it, so it was as well we were looking out for it. You would have
expected that most of the passengers would be wanting to go to the national
capital but very few got off to change.
If we thought the German trains
were luxurious the Danes take it a step further. The chairs are large and very
comfortable and spaced out rather like a mens’ club with acres between seats.
And great roomy areas for wheelchairs, sheep whatever. There is mobile wi-fi
but, as with most such, you have to subscribe to get internet access.
Unlike most of Europe, they have
their own currency, which is a bit of a nuisance. And everything is bloody
expensive! Maybe we should have brought enough food for 2 days until we get on
the next boat. Hell it only seems 48 hours since we got off the last one.
Copenhagen was very crowded and we
took quite a while to get to our hostel – the Generator. Very large very new
VERY expensive. We are in a 6 bed dorm and paying $40 a day . . EACH. We headed
off late afternoon and had salmon in the park. It chills quite quickly once the
sun sets here. The streets were full of people who were out and about – lots of
pavement restaurants that were packed with diners, many rugged up in blankets
provided by the restaurants.
We found our way to the waterfront,
where there were rows of historical sailing boats and modern yachts. There were
signs advertising a sand sculpture exhibition created by artists from 4
continents. It took us a while to find but it is large and impressive, albeit
with relatively few exhibits. We admired it from the other side of the canal
because we didn’t have a camera – might pay to go in tomorrow.
There were a hundred or so people
nearby engaged in mass Tango dancing. They all seemed to know each other but
not necessarily in couples – must be a club. There were some interesting sights
– one heroically busted and unsupported woman who, incredibly, seemed to have difficulty
finding a partner. Many of them were deeply absorbed in the dance, which seemed
to comprise lengthy periods of standing still, followed by 3 or 4 shuffled
steps and then another poignant pause. There was also a lot of thigh rubbing as
we learned in Argentina. I wonder if Stewie has recovered from J’s enthusiastic
attack yet? (oi)
We wandered on past what might have
been the royal yacht – certainly it was very large and impeccably done up.
Shortly afterwards, we approached a corner and suddenly found ourselves
confronted about 3 metres away by one of the guards from the palace. He was a
big fellow wearing a bearskin hat, which made him about 8’ tall and he was
carrying a rifle with fixed bayonet. His sudden unexpected appearance at such
short range was a total shock and he seemed momentarily surprised to see us as
well.
There are about 6 buildings around
a circle and apparently the Queen and Frederick and Mary and other royals live
in them. There were about 6 uniformed guards patrolling around the circle, one
of whom had arrived at the corner at the same moment we did. And pedestrians
walk around in between all this. We went straight through and out the other
side.
We reached the hostel about 10pm –
just after Usain Bolt completed his sprint double at the Olympics. Strange that
he probably missed setting another world record because he was busy making little
hand gestures instead of running. The dorm was full but the others were still
out – we dropped right off and didn’t hear them return.
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