Last days in Denmark

The Great Danes

My/Heidi's home~

P.s - please don't go and stalk Heidi or break into her house and steal all her stuff because I've put these photos up here. Then I'd feel terribly guilty. And I already spilt makeup all over her bathroom.I don't need a break-in hanging over my head aswell~

Me taking over~

Nicolai has been trying convince me for days that bike riding is the Danish way. I want to believe him, I really do, but so far, the bikes I’ve seen just are making the cut. I swear I saw about 100 times more bikes in Amsterdam. Nonetheless, Heidi and I biked around one day, and besides taking numerous pictures WHILST I WAS ON THE BIKE, I managed to avoid a couple of near-miss road accidents, which was quite good, considering my general lack of road sense. Amongst enjoying Danish pastries, company and just generally having a good time, I’ve had Andreas quizzing me on the English language, and asking controversial questions such as “what’s the difference between ‘for example’ and ‘for instance’”…I swear he does it just to get to me, in which after some time I will throw my hands up and exclaim that they’re both the same, and then he’ll insist that they’re not…because they’re not the same word. At which point I will call him the Master of the English language and ask him if we can drop it already.

On ma bike

Heidi

When the night arrives Nicolai will put on his ‘party socks’ and we’ll hit the town for drinks, Thursday is student’s night, and Friday evening was also a blast. I know I’ve said it before – but I really feel at home here. I know these people, I have a comfortable place to live, I’m slowly getting to know my way around town, and going out for drinks on the weekend feels natural, like I would do it all the time if I was at home, and they were there. We’ll play games at Heidi’s apartment, people will rock up, and then we’ll leave to run a muck in the city.

One night, Nicolai took me to stay with his best mates, who live downtown. We all cooked and had cocktails, before heading to local bars in the area. I’m so grateful, because everyone has been so nice to me – they’ve accepted me into their little social group, and although I didn’t know any of Nicolai’s friends before that night, we had such a lovely time and his friends are really welcoming and friendly. Absolutely got the hand it to the Danes, they’re a welcoming bunch.

Here are some photos from a super hippie/indie area in Copenhagen called Christiania….the little Amsterdam of Copenhagen, if you get what I mean~

If I had a dollar for every time someone in Europe has said to me; “in summer…” or “you really should come back in summer….” or “pity you’re not here in summer…” or “it’s great in summer because…”

These phrases don’t help me, dear friends. It’s not summer. It’s winter. I have never been to Europe in summer. I’m sorry. But that just doesn’t work out for me. Although it’s made my eye twitch many a time, I think the Great Danes have convinced me to return in summer….Scandinavia sounds awesome then. I know that Denmark is filled with festivals, a social atmosphere, and public drinking is allowed. I know in Sweden, you’re allowed to camp publically for free…in parks, on nature strips. I know the beaches are beautiful in Scandinavia in the summer, you could probably do so and travel quite cheaply. So, whilst I enjoy the Danish winter, fabulous company and one too many beers, I’m already thinking about the future….in summer.

The grass is always green in Denmark

Me and Nicolai, bless his heart he bought us flowers for Valentine's Day~