Hans Christian Andersen
Trip Start Oct 29, 2012
17Trip End Nov 27, 2012
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Copenhagen is very icy and reminds us again of Scotland. Hats, gloves and scarves are the order of the day as we battle our way through Saturday shoppers. Whereas Brussels had a very French feel to the city, Copenhagen is definitely Nordic with its ^ shaped roofs and colorful timber buildings. As elsewhere, the heating in shops, cars and hotels is overbearing. As cold as the air con is in Malaysia, the heater is throughout Europe. The idea of wearing layers of clothing was quickly discovered by both of us. Millions of layers to protect ourselves outside and then peel off when we move inside.
The market streets are full of vendors selling Nutella almonds roasted over open fires and waffles and crepes smothered in the same
On food, the breakfast is a big disappointment. If you like to eat lunch at breakfast then go crazy: rye bread, ham, cheese, pickles. Having spat the dummy at breakfast after being greeted by one hot food (a boiled egg) and a cup of tea I decided that any plans to move to Denmark were dismissed permanently.
We decided to split up throughout our shopping journey. Michelle had a million and one shoes and jackets to fit, whilst I had to satisfy my shoe fetish (having already bought a pair in London) and browse through the book store deciphering English from Danish books.
One thing we both agree on, Copenhagen is a very dirty city and somewhat glum. It reminds us of visions of Cold War Soviet Union. Bleak, dark and soulless. Maybe an unfair assessment after two days but after the joys of Belgium it pales by comparison.
One of the biggest risks in life is going to a place or meeting your hero only to have the mystic dispelled by reality. The famous Little Mermaid in Copenhagen's port falls into this category. After alighting from the coach, we rush to the shores of the river that separates Denmark from Sweden only to find a rather uninspiring and sad little sculpture stuck in a dirty industrialized port area
By this time we have had enough of Denmark. Thankfully, the travel God's shined on us and brought us tthe town of Nyhavn (New Port). A town unique for its colorful timber rowed houses, it was built by the King of Denmark for the soldiers and their families. Today the soldiers are gone and restaurateurs have moved in. We wandered the town in search of food and found a delightful place full of Nordic charm. A great lunch and a new Facebook buddy for Michelle with the friendly Lithuania waitress and we have the energy to keep on exploring.
Shopping is again on agenda, however the Danish Kroner exchange rate is testing our mathematical abilities (at least mine). Keep thinking 100 kroner for hot chocolate (still drinking this) and muffin is a rip-off. Haha!
So our journey ends at this Scandinavian city, happy that we got here but not unhappy to leave. A miserable breed of people which is typified by the grouch who checks in our bag in at the airport. Not sure whether it's the cold weather and unappealing food or just the grim surroundings that makes Danes some of the most uninspiring people we've ever come across: Onwards to Berlin!