The Adventure of November 23
This page is to show you what a
night out in Denmark is like for us weird exchange
students. The long night actually started at our Rotary
Thanksgiving feast, where we had a lot of fun not eating
on tables and being far away from the Rotarians who were
holding my beloved American National Eating Day:
Thanksgiving. That night, however, ended at 11pm. Well 1am for me because I could not sleep. I laid in my bed and debated whether or not to get up. I tiptoed through the house, with the now-familiar snores of my host mother wafting through the rooms. I ended up calling home only to hear familiar voices saying, "Oh, my aunt's got the turkey coming out in a few minutes. We have some really good pumpkin pie... and such and so on." So I was a little bit sad. My parents said that they had a "quiet" Thanksgiving. Well. I had a very loud, wet, and smoky one.
Our dear friend Mike was being an asshole so we decided to
hoof it to the hostel on
our own. Before crossing the moat, we saw a nice place to
take a picture, so we took off all of our bags and got
out the camera. The girls were getting more and more
pissed off as me as we passed Solitudevej. And even though the street we were on was cheery with We were very happy to be there, although it
cost 140 kroner, with all these hidden costs that we wish
did not exist. But oh well. We were happy to be there
anyway. Mike
and Forest finally came,
and we all decided to go get shawarma food right in our
neighborhood where it was 10 kroner, instead of 30 kroner
shawarma in the hippest zone in town. Yep, we like Then being the really rad people
that we are, we cheated the København buses again, and
proceeded downtown.
We had an interesting time, but not enough to detail. One
thing that did make me very happy was that my pictures
from Nyhavn turned out. We stood by containers of hot
coals and warmed our hands Back at the hostel I started to talk to Pepe, from Spain. He gave me a nectarine, and we talked about København in spanish. Then we met a guy from Alaska. Amazingly, he knew one of my friends in Anchorage, Chelsey. Chelsey went with me to Costa Rica last summer, along with Rachel. We revelled on what a small world it is. Hygge Hygge HYGGE. Yep, we hyggede for a good 5 hours back there. Forest fell asleep, it was so hyggelig. The girls had a different story, about not being able to get into the Australian bar. But Mike and I, along with our new friend, Peter (who I unfortunately did not take a picture of), got into that bar. We proceeded to buy very expensive Australian goods. It was an okay time, with Boy George in the background, hyggin with our quiet but proud Brit friend who, as I remember, will study media in the US of A. We met up with the girls and went over to a seedy tequila bar, where we met very seedy people who hit on us all, at least with their eyes. Oh, what a night. Fast forward through 2 hours of fitful sleep, and you have the after effects. We woke up to the sounds of Portuguese, our Scottish friends overhead, and our growling stomachs. I had not eaten since the shawarma place the day before. So, being good informed exchange students, we headed for Netto, where we found assorted breakfast goods for our consumption. Mmmm Yogurt... Mmm... Appelsin Juice. Breakfast was set in the elegant setting of an Apartment Complex's stately concrete walkway. Breakfast in Action After that, we had to say goodbye. We had a nice walk, and nothing else could tempt our tastbuds. At the train station, we bid adieu to our dear Farst, who was taking our money and wildcards because he was bankrupt. We waited around, with full stomachs and sick heads. We finally said goodbye to Meesh and Texas, as the tog-police lingered by the door. What nerve they have to laugh. Bah! Here is a list of all the pictures--as there are some I left out. Nu, Hjem. |