First order of the day was to vacate Hostel
1 and move to Hostel 2. We studied a bus schedule and boarded
what seemed to be the appropriate bus. We informed the bus
driver where we were going, in hopes that he would notify
us when we were at the proper stop. Moments after we sat down,
the bus driver pulled off the road and took a 10-minute smoking
break. Chris and I were alone on the bus.
I seriously think people would drive Kas if they
were sold in the U.S.
out empty bus, Copenhagen. At least we got to
look at this building while we waited.
Eventually the driver got back
on board and started his route. And eventually, Chris realized
that we seemed to be heading back to where we had come from.
He went up to the driver and asked him if he'd passed the
hostel. He had. Chris's face reddened. He asked him why he
didn't tell us. I don't remember the exchange, but I suspect
the driver did not understand English very well. He let us
off and tried to be helpful, and we stood in what seemed to
be the middle of nowhere for awhile, attempting to figure
out a game plan, until we flagged down a bus whose driver
understood what we wanted.
The final hostel was strange,
and we weren't able to check in until 4. We sneakily planted
our bags in a big closet that a group of kids from Asia were
using (I could tell we weren't allowed to do this, and I'm
not sure if Chris could tell, but I figured it'd work out
as long as no one stole our stuff -- later, when we retrieved
our bags, the hostel employee was confused, but didn't give
us too hard of a time). Then we headed out.
We tried to visit the Carlsberg
Brewery, got lost on the way, and then realized it was closed
on Mondays. Then we decided to see the Little Mermaid. I took
a photo of Chris standing next to her, then promptly dropped
his camera. The battery jumped into the purse of a woman sitting
in front of me. She was very nice. Chris made fun of me.
Mermaid , Copenhagen.
Next up was the "free city"
of Christianna, which Liam had told us we had to see. It's
essentially a hippie community fashioned from junk and graffiti.
I mostly remember the dirt. Lots of people were trying to
sell beaded jewelry. And if we'd wanted some, drugs would
have been easy to come by.
Finally, we went shopping. I
bought a tan corduroy jacket. Woo hoo.
Back at the hostel, Chris and
I walked along the walking path that circled the place. Then
I took a nap and he took another walk. The sun went down and
I started to worry about him. I looked for him for awhile.
Eventually we met up in the TV room, and soon after retired.