Day:184, Words:184

The Øksfjordians arrived late into Copenhagen Airport and searched for the train into town central. As with all large cities, the initial introduction to the transport system is stressful and confusing. The automated ticket machines were rejecting German credit cards and the crowd was growing restless.

The Øksfjordians reached their receptionless hotel and followed the instructions as per email. Coming from a village, where doors were rarely locked and where crime was something that happened elsewhere, the contrast to downtown Copenhagen could not have been greater. Alcatraz was an open gate compared to this hotel. Codes were requested at corner and we opened more doors than an elevator attendant.

After a pleasant night in a...shall we say 'cosy' room, the Øksfjordians enjoyed the canals, the castles and the festive atmosphere. Denmark, it appears, is a more relaxed, more open and more drunk version of Norway. Certainly the alcohol laws are more tolerant and dare I say it, more 'realistic', but it did feel odd to purchase a bottle of sav blanc from the 7 eleven.

Perhaps that is why they all ride bikes...