Ancestry Visa firmly in hand, I flew back to the UK to restart my routine…only to remember I needed to couch surf for the first weekend. So, after just four days back at ‘home’, I jumped on another plane to Denmark – if you’re going to be homeless, may as well explore somewhere new.
Of course I had a reason to visit Copenhagen other than being homeless. My friend Rikke was back in Denmark for work and promised me exercise based sightseeing and gourmet eating…your real friends know the simple things that make you tick.
It’s strange how I had never previously been too interested in exploring Scandanavia and somehow now found myself on my third trip this year. I did love Copenhagen, mostly because of the food. There was lots of food. First things first though, we put on our running shoes and went on a jogging sightseeing tour of the main attractions. Slightly out of character for Denmark, it was beautiful blue skies all day:
After I performed a spectacular A over T fall in front of the Palace, followed by some exercising the park near the Little Mermaid (watched by many Chinese tourists), we decided it was time to stop humiliating ourselves and put on some nice clothes to find lunch at the main food market, Torvehallerne. Rikke sat me at a table and went in search of food – having friends who will eat anything you order is handy at a busy, sunny market!
We waddled home for a bit of tanning (rare!) and time to glam up to…go and eat more food. We headed to beautiful Nyhavn to a restaurant recommended by a Danish colleague called Den Lille Fede which apparently means The Little Fatty. Appropriate as we had an amazing five courses with (very generous amounts of) matching wines. Hours and hours later, we stumbled out after what was genuinely one of the best meals I have ever had. I would go back to Copenhagen just for this restaurant!
The next morning, I awoke with every sign of a night well spent with wine: still half dressed, trying not to die from my killer hangover. But Rikke fixed me with more food:
Another fantastic city break – the is what European dreams are made of!