Can’t remember what I was dreaming about, but this awful
singing became a louder and louder part of my dream, along with an accompanying
screech of laughter that grated like nails on a blackboard. As my whole being was fighting to stay
asleep, the dreadful singing and annoying laughter could be ignored no longer
and my slumber reluctantly gave way to consciousness. I asked Pete what the time was.
“One O’clock” he replied.
“How long has that racket been going on?”
“It’s just been getting louder and louder since we went to
bed”. The family gathering in the cabin
next to our tent had apparently been getting more raucous since I went to sleep
at 10.30pm and poor Pete hadn’t slept at all.
I was all set to go tell them to shut up, but Pete warned me against it
– bad crowd. I figured he would have
told them himself if he thought it was wise, so we tried our best to get back
to sleep, while both wondering how we could return the favour in the
morning. The rooster tried his best to
wake them at 6am, but they’d had a skinful so there was no stirring from that
cottage. However, we were awake and the
skies were clear, so we headed over to the kitchen area and made a cup of tea
and some eggs on bread for breakfast.
Managed to skype Brody and Georgina while charging the computer as we
had the whole area to ourselves. Good to
hear Brody has been making the most of the wicked surf conditions and Georgina
still hasn’t been voted out of Survivor Facebook. Great to hear they’d both just been out and
walked the dog too.
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| Scenes from Koje |
Went back and packed up the tent, making as much noise as
possible and left the campground at 8.45am, heading to Koje, (pronounced
Kuyo).
This was an old little town with
buildings dating from 1600 and we had a nice morning tea down by the river in
the morning sun. Next we hit the bike
path alongside the main road to Copenhagen.
Were not expecting much from this part of the ride as we had met a
native from Copenhagen who had recommended catching the train from Koje to
Copenhagen as the scenery was so dull.
There was a lot of industry and suburbia and wasteland, but after about
10km we came across a small bike path sign pointing towards the beach.
There we found a lovely track winding it’s
way round the marina and past the beaches.
We were in no hurry so were happy to cruise along this path in the
breezy weather and enjoy the views and fresh air.
Pete now…..After a leisurely lunch we resumed our ride,
finding that the track ran out [when it shouldn’t have]…. Now there’s a
surprise ! Found ourselves on the o3
road searching for Brondby Stadium, where Liverpool will play tomorrow night.
After a few wrong turns and asking a few
people, we found it and very nice it is too. A delightful young Danish girl
looked after me and told me the price was 5oo kl [$125.00 ]. Didn’t have it on
me so told her ……I’d be back……. Not using Arnold Schwartzenegger voice…. and
pedalled off to find a bank.
Found a Arbejdernes Landsbank and what a criminal they made
me feel like.
First of all the manager gave me such a dirty look, when his
employee asked if they could change my money. I was stood there in cycling
shorts, but hey……then they wanted my passport….which they photocopied…….then
they scanned the friggin money. I came so close to telling him to f… off.
As he was scanning my money I said ‘what the hell are you
doing?’
‘We have to do this’
“Well they didn’t do it when I changed 600 euro’s last week”
I said.
Out of there, still pissed off and to the supermarket to get
tea and breakfast.
High-tailed it back to the stadium, where my little sweetie
looked after me with the best smile I’ve seen since arriving in Denmark.
Plus,
she told us where the campground was. Twenty minutes later and 420kroner
(that’s $105NZ) less in the wallet for two nights stay, we were setting up tent.
A top deck tour pulled in as we arrived, but as yet we
haven’t heard a kiwi accent
Both wandered over for showers. I entered the cubicle and
began to undress.
‘ You are the Cock’ ……… questioned a voice over the top
You did well to know that I thought…….I haven’t even
finished undressing.
I stood…. Frozen on the spot
‘ They say you are…… big down under……
‘Have you been talking to the wife’ I said nervously……..
hoping that he hadn’t
Decided I’d use some old secret agent jargon on him.
“I hear the price of fish has risen,” I said
“Mackerel quotas are down this year,” he replied
“Have you seen Paris in the springtime?”
“No, but my mother-in-law is a right pain in the arse.”
From this I deducted that there was someone I was to
meet……in Sweden, no less, but I wasn’t allowed to phone a friend or have any
audience participation to find out where……
‘I will be in ….to touch’………he said
‘Not a chance pal’ I replied…….. as I realised his broken
English meant he’d be…. in touch
There was silence…. Except for a lock being opened………I threw
on my shorts and dashed outside……
But there was no one around……….
Wrote up the blog and downloaded the photos before trying to
post the blog but our one weeks dongle usage has run out for Denmark so will
have to find a maccas or Starbucks tomorrow. After two nights of broken sleep
we decided to head across to the toilets, planning for an early night, but
instead got chatting to our German neighbours, Stefan and Katja until
11.30pm! They had lived in America for
six years so spoke excellent English and it was nice to be able to converse
with someone at normal speed and not have to slow things down a lot so they can
understand you. We had a nice
conversation with a lot of laughs and it was a lovely way to end what has been
a very enjoyable day.
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