Things started out quite nicely. There was no official program today, but we all met (except Johan °, who was missing) and after waiting (for him) for a while, went to the restaurant we were supposed to eat, anyway – only to find him there, drinking beer and waiting for us.
We had dinner at a really nice Persian restaurant. The only (little) complaint I have is that I ordered the spicy cource, and it wasn’t. But otherwise it was really tasty and reasonably priced. Yum.
The evening continued at a local pub, and afterwards – after the Norwegians, and a bit later, the Swedes, had dropped out of the game, in an Irish pub (which had the music selection of anything but. I’ve never really liked Duran Duran, but Wild Boys played at full volume with the full bar dancing is quite uplifting). After which (at around 3 a.m. local time) it was time to retire for the day. Photos to follow, maybe, if I find a place with a Wi-Fi connection.
Things I’ve learned about Denmark so far:
- “en øl til” gets you a long way
- this stupid backwater country doesn’t accept credit cards in pubs and many shops — be sure to carry enough cash or have generous local friends
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