So we were off to “Wonderful Copenhagen”! Strangely there were no campsites in Copenhagen itself (none that we managed to research anyway) so we settled for staying in the small town of Værløse on the outskirts. The town (along with the car park we were situated on)was settled right next to vast, dense forests and huge lakes; the perfect getaway.
The train in was easy going and the ticket also included different types of transport within the city itself such as buses, the metro and ferries. Quite quickly you came to realise that Nobody crossed on a red light and that was quite hard to follow and grasp as in England no one obeyed those out of rules. We slowly made our way over to Nyhavn -the most famous part of Copenhagen- taking our time down the side streets avoiding tour groups.
The colours of each house flared like parts of a rainbow into the sky; the ripples of their reflection emphasising their magical air. It was amazing to think that the citizens of the city viewed these structures as normal and nothing worth making a big deal out of, they were truly astonishing; why didn’t they make every city as colourful as this one?
The ferry zigzagged along Copenhagen River in the dazzling midday sun amidst the different deep blues of sky and water.
Navy ships ran along the shore along with the opera houses, museums and more imposing architecture. We stepped off on the Langelinie promenade and followed the crowds of people around the Gefion fountain
and down towards the Little mermaid- the cities most famous landmark. People crowded around it like a bee hive and it was almost impossible to reach the small mermaid perched on the rock.
As tour groups queued and moved slowly forward, my brother skipped the queue (going across the rocks in the river) and walked right in front of the mermaid and posed with a big smile on his face-thinking everyone was taking his photograph; I guess that’s one way to do it!
We took the same ferry, this time hopping off on the otherwise of the river in the borough of Christianshavn.
Christiania is a community of about 850 to 1,000 residents and the residents have developed their own rule- without the Danish government. As we walked into the commune, Buffalo Soldier playing through the streets, it was obvious that it was a completely different world. Illegal drug stalls lined the pavements with big No Photos signs mixed within colourful bold posters and graffiti, successfully brightening the otherwise bleak wooden and concrete buildings.
In the centre, huge canopy’s flapped gently in the wind over crows of people. The rumble of friendly voices passed by under the high sun; which glinted through the canopy’s gaps and golden beer.