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Rather than going all the way back to Kolding that night, I decided to spend the night in Copenhagen. I contacted Troels on the day I would arrive, and not suprisingly I was welcome to stay. Some people had told me that Nørrebro was a rough area. Sure, there were alot of immigrants in the neighbourhood, but I had never seen any real evidence of their claims. That is, until tonight. There were a group of goths on the bus to Nørrebro, sitting there chatting harmlessly enough, but then about ten immigrant children (aged 15-18) got on and immideatley picked a fight with the goths. Why? Just seemed like the thing to do! It got serious enough that the police were called and all other passengers were transferred to another bus. I eventually made it to Troels' beach house in the city, where there were already two other couch surfers staying. They were Hannah and Kristina, both from Newcastle, Uk, and find themselves in Denmark because they are studying in Herning. There was a birthday party for Florian, from Austria, later that night so we made him a card which beared the slogan ´Way to go Flo´. There were still a
few hours to kill, so Troels busted out the roullette wheel of drunkedness. That should be farily self wxplanitory, but basically it entails having a drink when ever the ball lands on a number corresponding to your glass. Naturally, the drink of the night was Fisherman's Friend. Ok for one or two shots, but when a whole bottle of the stuff dissapears among four people... well it's just not cricket. For whatever reason, there were some christmas crackers laying aound the pad. Imagine the worst joke you have ever heard, then double it. That should give you an idea of the jokes found in these crackers. And which one should I, the Australian get? The one about bloody kangaroos. Tops. It was soon time to head to Flo's place, which was about 10 min walk away. He also had three CSers staying; two Americans and one Swede. I think I asked their names about four times a piece on the night, so you'll forgive me if I can't remember them now! But I do remember the God Squad folk were teaching English in Poland, and the Swede was in town for a tryout to join a circus. After a bit
more liquid courage went down, we went downstairs to the bar in Flo's place. He lives in something like the Swedish 'Nations', only not as civillised. Here, it so turns out, are the cheapest drinks in Scandinavia. 10kr for a beer or cocktail. Given the earlier encounter with a certian Fisherman, I thought it not a good idea to let too much more alchohol past the top of this esophagus. But when drinks are 10kr, what sober person can resist? Let alone what drunk person?! Whilst standing around, swaying to the beat, the Swede thought she would one up us. She did so on her hands... that's right, a hand stand. Turns out her skills lie in acrobatics! Without wishing to incriminnate myself, I will say this: As with the hitch hiking, I did not part with anything of value, so the night was a goodun.
The next morning (just) I headed back to Kolding. When I had left, almost two weeks earlier, Jyulland was grey and rainy. However, when I returned, spring had arrived with a vengance. The sun was shining, the temperature was into double figures, and the garden was blooming. What to do on a friday like
this? Washing and shopping, that's what! Once I deciphered the washing maching, it was on the bike and straight into cycling nirvana again.
Sunday the 20th was the date of my second cousin Nete's Nonformation. It's like a Conformation, only without all the Jeebus stuff. Basically just an excuse for a party. Not that there is anything wrong with that! I went for a run that morning, and met Kanne at the train station having missed the bus and taken the bike instead. We got the train to Skanneborg, where we were picked up by Nils, another second cousin. Before you ask, I have six! The progamme for the day was a secret, only to be divulged as the day unfolded. First though was catching up with the family, followed by cake, biscuts, tea, and coffe. That is only what we saw, but maybe there were more delecious dishes hiding inside. Turns out there wasn't, but no matter, as later we were all to go to the Randers Rainforrest. There we would work up an appetite while having a tour of a little slice of African and Asian forrests, complete with animals native to those areas. Once we had taken
in the sights, sounds, and smells of the the rain forrest, we were treated to a Thai feast of fish, rice, soup, salads, and ribs. Intermixed with toasts, songs, and followed up with cake and fruit, it made for a good evening. Kanne and I got the last train back to Kolding, where I had the bike waiting, and Kanne got a taxi. We both arrived at the house within 20 seconds of eachother, thanks to a nice tailwind!
Two days later I would be jetting off to Spain, but that is a story for another edition.
Ciao
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