One of my favourite journeys is the train across the Oresund Bridge. Murder aside, I just find it beautiful. I was lucky enough to have a window today. The view is enchanting; the bridge is a masterpiece. In all, I caught three trains today and my ticket was checked only on the first one. Weird. Actually, on the last one – Malmo to Copenhagen – the two women sitting opposite suddenly spotted an inspector and had their phones ready. I copied, assuming the guard was coming from behind me. But it never happened.
The longest journey – Norrköping to Malmö – had me surrounded by all sorts. There was the loud guy who had about 30 phone calls, the little girl watching Elsa on her tablet while her vinyl trouser wearing mother, fussed over her with regular doses of sanitiser and an odd family who seemed obsessed with furries.
I watched Korean TV and slept through a couple of podcasts, so everything sort of washed over me.
I also read. One of the books I’m currently enjoying is a wonderful biography of Agrippina. I vaguely remember seeing the opera years ago and thoroughly enjoying that as well. Not that that has anything to do with why I travelled to Copenhagen today.
I have plans to visit the National Museum in order to see the Stone Age mini skirt and crop top. I am also going to visit the National Art Gallery and numerous other places of Gaz Interest.
But, all things begin with checking in. I did just that then went for a wander to find somewhere for dinner. I had a choice between an Irish pub, an English pub (next door), a Scottish pub and an Australian pub. I decided to bypass the national drinking holes and went to the Proud Mary for a pint of IPA and a burger.
It was the perfect start to my Copenhagen mini-adventure.
