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Amazingly I awoke bright and early and chipper as all get up at 7:30. Not tired, not hungover, not jet lagged, nothing. I don't understand.
A blond head then poked itself I over the edge of the top bunk and said a cheery "hello, feeling good?" To which I could actually respond. "Fantastic".
The blond head was Charlotte, an Aussie who has been living in Cambodia for a while, who I chatted to for a while and then we decided to go and get breakfast together. We walked out in search of a cafe or something, instead finding a fruit vendor in one of the many squares around Copenhagen. So we bought some perfect and delicious strawberries and ate them sitting on the old execution blocks. :P
We then decided to stay together a bit longer and went for a ride all over Copenhagen. We saw streets and canals and the Little Mermaid statue (stupidly popular with the tourists), the royal stables (which were closed), stumbled upon a statue for one of my favourite philosophers Soren Kierkgaard, beautiful fountains, parks, and just so much more.
Feeling a bit peckish by now we found (after much time being lost) a little bakery, bought some cheese and bread and some beers ( 2 for 18krona here. The cheapest yet). Then we headed for a park, settling on the botanical gardens and had a lovely picnic.
Back at the hostel I remembered I had said I would go to some art gallery opening that the pommys had been invited to. They had met this hipster on a plane that had invited them. Now I must be clear that the reason this appealed was that this hipster, she can't even be called a human really, was said to be living so far up her own ass that only good things could come of going along and laughing. Also there was free booze. So Charlotte, Joe, Rob and I set off, beers in hand to find this place. Armed with very limited directions we somehow miraculously found it. And oh. My. God. It was everything we had hoped for.
The air was thick with so much pretention - we could hardly breath. And it was such a struggle, a struggle we lost, to not laugh. All four of us were embarrassingly cracking up and loosing our shit over the "art".
A black box on the wall
Cardboard tubes stuck above doorways (which we dubbed pasta)
A newspaper clipping with a obituary for charlie brown circled
A piece of writing about the 'smurds' or something
And our absolute favourite. A hand towel with strips of Velcro stuck on it. And two diamanté earrings.
It was everything we hoped for. We also had to engage with people, the "artists" included. I lost it when I referred to the person who made one of these things an artist. Rob, was sensational, he bombarded artist with question upon question and gave input and interpretation like he was a professional wanka. Brilliant
The beers it turns out we're not free, but 5krona each. So, we drank a lot. We ended up sitting on the floor in front of one of the works, drinking and laughing. The event photographer took a photo of us because we were just so into it, alternative and moved by the art.
Bahahaha. Best decision ever.
We then drunkenly walked back, stopping for about an hour to sit on the water front and contemplate stealing a boat. We didn't.
More drinking at the hostel and just a pretty great time.
Another amazing day in Copenhagen.
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