Friday, after a filling if plain breakfast, I headed out to the nearest city bike rack to get myself a bicycle. They aren't wonderful things - single-speed, one-size-fits-all contraptions - but for free, they're fantastic. Once I had obtained a city bike, I figured it was best to familiarize myself with the bike itself as well as the traffic flow in the city by simply watching other bikers, following them, and mimicking their behaviors. I quickly learned a few things:
| Part of the canal system through Copenhagen |
2. Bike lanes are about two bikes wide (three if one squeezed).
3. Slower bicyclists are usually expected to be on the right, and signaling is both expected, and done with either hand.
| Amaliehaven (High-res) |
| The Kastellet |
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| Den Lille Havfrue |
I found that her name was Sara (pronounced "Sa-(phlegm)-a"), and her friend's was Elise (pronounced "El-ees"). I also discovered that they were both tipsy, and had been for the last 24 hours. My first thought was that I had read about that sort of thing occurring in Denmark, but not to that extent. My second thought was to not pass judgment on the culture I was immersing myself in, so we engaged in conversation for most of the afternoon. Some highlights of the discussion:
1. They had both been to America before. Elise had lived in Nebraska for a year studying, and Sara had visited for about a month after only saving for six months from her McDonald's job (after about 50% in taxes). This impressed me, as it would seem to indicate a very strong economy.
2. We talked about the Danish language. This was extremely helpful, as many syllables in the Danish language simply don't have an English equivalent, so my Danish phrasebook can only approximate the pronunciation spelling.
3. We talked about drinking in a public park in the afternoon. I'd already read that this was a common occurrence, but it was interesting to get their perspectives on the activity and how it compared with American sensibilities. They asked if I would buy all of us a beer - and I thought "What the heck". It was only 60 DKK for three (I'd spent that much on the single drink at the hostel bar the night before - that's how expensive bars are), and I figured I was getting a lot of cultural information and enjoying myself - so getting to talk to them more and experiencing drinking in the park at midday was more than worth it.
4. Throughout the conversation, they would both ask passers-by for cigarettes. Sara wanted one badly, but didn't have any money on her (had spent it all on beer the night before, I imagine). Elise didn't smoke, but wanted to get one for Sara to shut her up. I simply sat back during these exchanges and sipped my cider, watching. It was interesting to see the different ways in which they would interact with Danes, Germans, and other groups. I did notice that they always opened with Danish, however.
5. We discussed why I was in Denmark, and everything I was trying to learn about Scandinavian culture. This surprised them, as they don't typically see Americans showing up just to learn about Scandinavia. Eventually, it started raining again (the weather here has not been wonderful, and it's looking cloudy again today). As it was getting into the evening, Sara suggested that I should experience some home-made Danish cooking. Of course, I was concerned with my safety, but I figured that if I kept my wits about myself and didn't get into any bad situations, it should be fine. It also meant that I wouldn't be attending the Copenhell metal festival - but I was already uncertain about that because of the expense involved, and my lack of experience with the metal scene in general (Sorry, Eli).
Sara rented the upstairs of a house from an older couple, and to get there we took the Metro from the shopping district of Copenhagen out a few stops to the suburbs. There we stopped by a small "food & textiles" shop, which felt all the world like a mini-Walmart. I figured I should pay for the food, which only came to 100kr - so not only was I expressing gratitude, but I was paying less than I would at a restaurant. We bought eggs, sour cream, pork, and potatoes.
The dishes we prepared were common Danish dishes, and I was surprised to see that the culinary sensibilities at play were already very familiar to me. We made meatballs with pork, egg, onion, and fresh basil, sautéed in olive oil - a very similar recipe to one I already make. The potatoes were boiled, and served with a very interested dressing made from sour cream, crushed garlic, pepper, curry powder, and paprika - I'm definitely going to try to recreate that back in the states.
After dinner, it wasn't quite dark but I was exhausted (getting up at 4:30 will do that to a person) - so I thanked her, said goodnight, and headed back to the city to sleep like a rock. The experience was definitely worthwhile, but as Saturday is my last guaranteed day in Copenhagen (it's the hub of my trip, so I may have some extra days in the future), I wanted to see more traditional sites (the National Museum, and Tivoli).
This morning, I rode a city bike around looking for a bite to eat. I found a small bakery, and had a Danish...pastry and a cup of hot chocolate. After eating, I biked around the city, but not much was open until 10. As I meandered, I got somewhat lost and ended up on the west side of the city, where apparently they keep their porn shops and strip clubs. Given that it was barely after 9, however, there wasn't a whole lot of activity in the district. I returned to the city center to visit the National Museum as it opened.
All I can say about the museum is...wow. The place is two wings with 4 stories, and every room is packed to the brink with various historic artifacts. I tried my best to work my way carefully through - starting with the prehistoric Denmark exhibit) - but I hit overload by the third exhibit. At that point, I wandered my way through the rest of the museum, reading displays that looked interesting, and trying to focus on the exhibits that were specifically about Denmark, as opposed to world cultures or what have you.
Right now, I'm in the lobby of the museum, taking advantage of free wireless and waiting for the hostel to open back up so I can take a nap. I'll probably wander around Tivoli this evening, then catch an early train to Århus tomorrow morning.

I've been asked for cigarettes by a similar duo outside a Taco Bell before. Strange.
ReplyDelete@Alex - In Danish, no less?
ReplyDelete. . . . no pictures? :(
ReplyDelete@Krista: I linked some images throughout the post, just for you! :-D
ReplyDeleteBest story ever. So far.
ReplyDeleteAwesome :3
ReplyDeleteGlad to see things are working out and you got to meet some interesting folks!