Fortunately as I arrived so did a bicycle and on that bicycle there was Jonas. As all the hostels were full I slept on the floor on an air bed at Jonas's place, hilariously it took about two hours to blow up the air bed as we lacked the proper equipment, lung capacity, and determination to actually do the job properly. I suppose the two of three beers we downed didn't really help either. Bring back any memories Paul? Stu? deja vu man.
I stayed at Søren's flat the majority of the time. His flatmate Nana is a musician; no let me rephrase that, an awesome musician. So to give her due credit we went along to see her play solo at a small cafe an d then play with her 80's band the following night which was awesome even though the beers cost 60 kroner ($15NZ). It was at this point I realized that Copenhagen was Scandinavian geographically and Scandinavian in price.
This seemingly insurmountable barrier did not stop us having a good time, and since this website is called TheBeerEffect an entry would not be complete without a few stories involving myself and some fellow travelers getting seriously boozed up.
The unfortunate thing is, I'm writing this a full month later and Copenhagen treated me well, far too well so there is inevitable gaps in my memory, but for you my loyal reader, I will soldier on!
Søren's friend was celebrating something to do with clothes, I'm not sure why but it involved beer and 'Joy to the world', the song... Yes after months of searching I had found a karaoke bar. The problem was I thought that it was the first time I had done karaoke in ages, I was wrong. My memory had proved fallible, fortunately there is one thing karaoke bars the world over have and that is a long lasting memory of me and this place was no exception.
As I walked in pissed off my nut seemingly for the first time, I was greeted from the stage by the MC in English, "Hey everyone, its Ben, he's from out of town". At this point I was thinking, how the hell does that fat fucker know my name? and considering we're in Denmark, why the hell isn't he speaking Danish?
Immediately I guessed.. "ahhh, thought I had a big one last night". I rode my bike back to Søren's... wait a minute... I have a bike?
Moving on: Near the centre of Copenhagen is the 'free town' of Christiana.
Christiania's Mission Statement: "The objective of Christiania is to create a self-governing society whereby each and every individual holds themselves responsible over the well being of the entire community. Our society is to be economically self-sustaining and, as such, our aspiration is to be steadfast in our conviction that psychological and physical destitution can be averted."
So as you can imagine the place is, or at least was a Hash drug den, awesome. These days the drugs are not quite so openly sold but still obviously there. Just listen for the whistles which signal the arrival of the police.
Following a telling of the "train ride to Prague story" it was revealed that a wild Danish woman by the name of Elana had used my inebriated state to shave my pubes off, this fact was greeted by copious amounts of laughter. The party was on and Beer, as usual was my drug of choice.
There were other things that happened but I'd better just pictorially summarise them:
Perhaps the pics need a few words to go with them: Had beers, saw football game, kissed wrong girl, pretended I didn't speak English, stole a bicycle, crashed it, pissed on expensive car, crashed bike in to police station, avoided police, got back safe, woke up 8hrs later still drunk, took wrong door, wandered the streets of Copenhagen at 8.30am, snapped out of it, rang Søren's doorbell from the street, thanked god that I was at the very least wearing boxer shorts....
Running out of money, having great time, wish you were here.
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Man I'm astonished you remembered anything at all!!
ReplyDeleteActually you remember quite a lot! Love the pictures :)
ReplyDeleteHello. Hilarious as always. I do remember the titanic effort it took to blow up that air-bed, titanic, an effort.
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