It rained for the first two days of our trip to Denmark, but then it got better and on the Friday the last day it was the best weather of the summer, or so it felt as we were heading for the ferry.
If you are going to buy beer don’t buy it at the nearest supermarket to the ferry, shop with big windows syndrome, they are so overpriced it is unbelievable, buy it at an out of town outlet it will save at least 33%. Don’t ask me how I know this information, my wallet is still smarting is all I will say.
Tuborg delivery, an event comparable to the Guinness delivery in Ireland, Carslberg is not as noticeable as one might think, they own Tuborg though so why bother.
The Danes are well geared up for tourists and families with small children, all the restaurants have a decent playground full of Germans, every second car on the road in from Germany, every third from Sweden and a few Dutch and Faroe Islanders thrown in. Every so often one meets a native looking restless, there is a rule in Denmark that states, each time you see a Swedish car you must overtake them at all costs, not being aware of this rule at first I had the ball hitch scratched once or twice by grilles of Danish cars, I didn’t slow down on purpose to piss them off honest.
Danish dog transport.
We visited plenty tourist attractions the North Sea Museum being one, an aquarium dedicated to North Sea fish life being the main pull, a tank containing over 4 million liters of water was the central piece, the glass was 10 inches thick, in the picture a diver who hopped in with a bag of fish food he had a microphone and did a Darth Vader commentary on feeding fish in Danish. Nice.
We hopped over to Skagen on the last day of our trip and found all the Swedish tourists, a German wedding and a few Danes selling clothes and stuff. I found a fantastic antique shop selling lots of brass artifacts from ships and the like, there was a tasteful cloak hanger made of the lower legs of a deer, which I didn’t buy and bottle openers made of “ecological” wood and steel and shaped like a bell end, a big hit no doubt. The proprietor was a spit of the Ukranian President and had either been poisoned with dioxins or had kept in the pink with cigs and drink for the past 50 years, his voice had a nicotine clang but seemed to be a decent skin, I bought some old brass photo frames, great quality.
Still raining here, have to cut the grass another day I suppose.
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