Plon to Copenhagen - Day 3

Copenhagen. Two things come to mind when thinking of Denmark. Lego and Hans Christian Anderson. Thankfully none of these subject are going to be mentioned again in this next yarn. We hit Denmark via the Ferry from the main land Germany and quickly landed at the Charlottenlund Fort Camping ground. This place is like a mini North Head in Auckland, with actual old Gun emplacements and showers in what would have been the old bunkers! The kind of place JB would get a little excited over

After a quick setup, beers and the bottom of a bottle of jagermeister, we Google’d (Free Wifi – Shore Boys!) some bars and found the home for the night. The Student Moose Bar, beers coming in at 2Euro. It’s a deal, it’s a steal it’s the sale of the fuckin century! This place was our kind of bar, and to be fair we dominated from the kick off. Befriending all and sundry, before long regaling the locals in what will become stock standard tour yarns. Apparently according to some study the Danes are regarded as the happiest people on earth, well they never questioned us four lads, because at that point I think we would have taken the chequered flag.

As is natural in these situations, every opportunity to move on to greener pastures was met with indignation and snorts of disagreement (we had a list of top bars in the back pocket) mainly due to the cheap beer and wide-ranging attention we were receiving. Well, they say the grass is not often greener. Anyho, the night ended in splintered fashion, all the lads flowing in at ungodly hours with yarns to divulge. Sunrise is no time to be getting home, and we all decided in unison, which in itself was curious, to stay an extra night and actually see the place with the aid of sunlight.