I ♡ CPH

This is the story of our weekend in Copenhagen (Købehavn).

The bus trip over was exciting. Perri, Anya, Jess and I were pumped to be leaving Sweden for the weekend and seeing what Denmark had to offer.. which turned out to be a lot more then we bargined for. Perri had been to Copenhagen once before, and has an excellent sense of direction in European cities, so we were lucky to have her with us.

Copenhagen has this strange effect on you. You feel as though you've been there forever but everything is still fresh and exciting. the streets give way to cyclists, the kings of the road, and cars are there bitches. No one locks there bikes up either, why would you when there is a trust system like no other and the feeling of this hits you instantly.

Alcohol is freely served to anyone over 16, and can be found in one of the countless 7-11's dotted throughout the city. But alcohol was the only thing we found cheap coming from Sweden.

We stayed at a nice little hostel called CPH Downtown. It was located perfectly near everything we wanted to see and do. It also had a bar / cafe where you could hang out in too. The first night was intense. We head off to grab some dinner at this little place called Atlas, it had a real rustic homey vibe, and like most of the shops in this area, requited you to walk down stiars, below street level. After a great feed we headed off to an awsome gay bar called Masken. The mood was hilarious. Older, younger, all types f gays and lesbians hung out here, and you could smoke inside too. they has this deal for 10 shots (in a pride rainbow of varieties) for 99,- (danish crowns). We stuck to beer that nights but we did a few shots of Jager.

So anyway, night one was awsome. We went over to the other hostel were a few of our friends from Jönköping were staying. Those bitches were up for a big night of partying, and thats what happened. after a quick explore of the city, and a few purchases at awsome op shops, we headed off to a club called Rust. Rust had an awsome DJ who pumped a re-mix of Lykki Li's "Dance Dance Dance" that me and Anya went crazy over.

The next morning was a drag. Its hard walking the cobbled streets of an amazing city whilst exteamly hung over. But it was nice to see the little mermaid and Marys palace. I felt her presence in the air. ahhh, what a Tasmanian mole. Then we visited a placed callede Christiania. Its like a cross between Amsterdam and Collingwood childrens farm (as I exlaimed to Perri). Christiania is a hippee commun that feels like a different world from Copenhagen, even the human world. There are people smoking pot, dog, and awsome painting and grafiti everywhere. There are also signs signifing that the locals dont want any photos to be taken. It inspired me to keep going on my trip. I mean. Well. Something about that place made a connection in me. I felt as though the rest of my stay in Jönköping was going to be ok, and that I should expect great things.

So the next night was heaps more fun. We had dinner at a cool mediterainan buffet called RizRaz. After filling up on cheap vegetarian food we met up with Peter and Lauri, these awsome Finnish guys we have made friends with in Jönköping. Lauri is a cool guy, who Anya has taken a liking to. Obviosly as he is more intriguing than good-looking, thich is difficult in this stance. QWe tooken the boys to Masken, where the atmostphere made thier bromance turn up a notch as they danced and even kissed eachother! We took advantage of the 99,- shot deal, and i also met a deaf prostitute who I was hitting on before I learned these interesting facts. His american riend was an arse. Looong story, ask me for more information.

We then headed to a club called La Hacienda, At this place you paid 15,- (or 75 if you have a vagina) to get in, and then beer, champage and this weird green drink were free for the whole night. My kinda place. It had two rooms, one with Euro-House and one with tacky Hip-Hop. The HipHop section had so shame in playing Lady GaGa's' "Just Dance" (which me and Perri re-named "Just Dansk") a few times in one night. Again my kinda place. The smoking area was impressive too, and there was a vending machince for beer. After flaunting our stuff on the D-floor, we headed to our favoutite Kebab place, which we had made friends with the owner. I helped the others finish there kebabs after finishing my own (bad choice as garlic was the flavour of the morning) and we crashed at home. Anya joined us later after having a D&M with Lauri at a different Kebab place.

Copehagen changed me. I felt good about myself, and I felt as though my next meeting with it would be even better. The trip home to Jönköping was long and pensive, but I catched some much needed Z's. I really cant desscibe my time there accuartly, so I will leave it at that.