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Woke up late, and sore. Legs/back ached
from walking. Showered. Semi-enjoyed free breakfast of dry cornflakes,
bread, and blueberry tea. Eating too much bread.
Waited for bus that we feared would
not arrive. It did. Got to Odense around 11 AM.
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| Hans Christian Andersen Museum, Odense.
1970s-era postcard. The girl in the background is
doing the short-shorts + socks pulled up to knees thing. |
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| Hans Christian Andersen Street, Odense.
This is somewhere outside the museum. It looks like
a huge balloon is just out of the frame, heading straight
for me. But it's really just the street sign, I think.
[From Chris's camera.] |
Visited Hans Christian Andersen museum.
From what I could tell, he loved many women, but they never
loved him back. And he was somewhat of a sponge, staying at
friends' houses in favor of having his own for most of his
adult life. Charles Dickens' kids
complained about him to their dad. But Andersen, who wrote
a book about how great his life was, probably realized no
responsibilities equals few worries.
After that, we bought generic souvenirs
for people and then ate lunch at a Subway-like place. Chicken
and bacon baguette. Okay. A little too salty, as everything
seems to be here.
Then we attempted to find the Photographic
Art Museum and the Time Collection Museum. Went entirely the
wrong way -- through a residential area. Had to backtrack.
Bought razors in a grocery store on the way back. Chris bought
opera mints. We called them opera mints, anyway -- they came
in a classy little box.
We finally found the Time Collection
place after a long, hot walk. It cost DK 15,00 with Student
ID, which is about $1.80. It's a weird place, with rooms decorated
to represent each decade from 1900s - 1970s. Actually, it
is only two large rooms, split off into sections.
Apparently it's a Please Touch sort
of place, but we weren't aware of that. We
probably would have had more of a fun time of it if we had
known we could sit on everything, try on the old clothes,
and so on. Instead we looked with reverence at what seemed
to be lived-in pieces of someone's home. Generally, I think
the exhibit could have been much more informative, but its
point seemed to be nostalgia.
We watched a lengthy slideshow featuring
numerous pics of anonymous kids. Some were striking, but most
were the sort you'd find in most families' old photo albums.
At first we were just waiting to see what the point was, and
it turned out there really wasn't one. Just more nostalgia,
I suppose.
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Time Collection, Odense. View of the 1960s room,
with 1970s room in the foreground, 1950s room in the
background.
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| Time Collection, Odense. Chris's
favorite part of the 1970s room. |
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| Time Collection. Playing the
Sony Playstation Sampler in the 1980s-to-Now Kid's Room.
[From Chris's camera.] |
Finally, we sat on inflatable
furniture and played video games in what seemed to be the
1980s/1990s Kid's Corner. Specifically, we played a racing
game called Real, Real Wild from a Sony Playstation Sampler.
It felt like a fix of normality. It was in English.
Afterwards, we bitched about
what to do because everything was closed and it was only 5:30.
We visited a couple of bookstores. One had many good books
in English with nice, modern cover designs. I wanted to buy
a Truman Capote work, but decided not to weigh myself down
with it.
Saw many well-dressed and fit
and mostly blonde youth around. Visited some clothing stores,
but do not want to spend money on clothes right now. Would
like to develop better style once back in the States, but
cannot really afford it with job potentially in jeopardy.
Ate dinner at BK, awful Crispy
Chicken sandwich overloaded with mayo and grease.
Then back to hotel. Planned tomorrow's
activities. Fairly short and somewhat tiresome day, overall.
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