Day 3 may have been one of the best days of my life so far. I felt like a kid again – eating a doughnut for breakfast certainly helped. In the centre of Copenhagen Central train station lies a less-than-stereotypically-Danish branch of Dunkin Donuts and opposite that was what is actually stereotypically-Danish – a 7-Eleven. I thought they’d be just to appease the copious amounts of American tourists but there are 7-Eleven stores frigging everywhere.
Filled with sugar, we set off to see the world famous Little Mermaid. The statue was owned by the creator of Carlsberg beer as we know and love it today and given to the people of Copenhagen. Since then, it’s become quite the tourist attraction with us nearly being pushed over the railings for a snap of her. She was cute though #worthit
We then trundled off to Freetown Christiania. The ‘Green Light District’ (as Freetown was also known as), is supposedly autonomous – law free, hence it’s nickname of Freetown. Despite the linked article last being updated in May 2018, what I saw definitely contradicts the author. I’d have loved to have shown you Freetown but as soon as you enter the area you’re greeted with chalky, handwritten signs – “NO FOTO” and cameras crossed out by big red crosses, obviously depicting that photography definitely isn’t allowed. I think it’s easy to deduce how Christiania acquired its other nickname – the sale and trade of cannabis are still very much thriving.
Christiana is so much more than an urban pantry full of herbs (if you catch my drift) but a vibrant, laid-back community. Even amongst the clouds of smoke and illegal activity (we had nothing more than a contact high, the mother-in-law was present after all), there was never any feeling of peril. In fact, I was more in awe of the society of organic food stalls and shops. There was even a smoke-free area for families to spend their time.
As we weren’t there to indulge, and the food was just as expensive as everywhere else. We moved on, we were headed back to the main city when this tubby traveller started thinking about ice cream. That is neither unusual nor special, but what was special was remembering randomly reading that you could customise your own Magnum ice cream, somewhere in Copenhagen. After a quick Google search, we realised that we were nearby and not only were we nearby but it was a time-limited event that we were just in time for.
I opted for ice cream dipped in dark chocolate, sprinkled with pistachios (dad’s fave), dried raspberries and marshmallows. Tart and sweet respectively to balance the nutty earthiness (Call me Nigella).
For lunch, we sought out Hija de Sanchez – a little taco hut that was voted one of the world’s top 50 restaurants and recommended by everyone’s favourite chef-turned-rapper, Action Bronson. Boy, we were hyped. Boy, we were disappointed. Was it an off-day? Was it a hate for British people (Sam swears the Spaniard who arrived after us was served before we were)?
Who knows. What we do know is it was very expensive, much like everything else in the city and other than the delicious, gritty (in a good way) corn tortilla, neither of us were impressed with our lunch, unfortunately. We had the special which was 3 tiny tacos – shredded beef, egg, and fresh queso. Bummer.
We travelled to and spent the rest of the afternoon into evening at Tivoli Gardens and this is where the magic was. My understanding is that Tivoli Gardens is one of the world’s oldest theme parks and it is home to the world’s oldest, still running, wooden rollercoaster (which was fun af, btw)
It was like being transported into a wonderland. Just as you enter the theme park, you’re greeted with statues of animals poking out of the scenery, with fairground lights and the intoxicating smell of candy floss and popcorn, oh and some unflattering funhouse mirrors. There were rides that catered for everyone, from children to adult-sized adrenaline junkies. I got shouted out by an attendant for sneaking my GoPro on to a rollercoaster and it was definitely worth him stalking me through our whole visit to Tivoli.
The best bit of this particular afternoon/evening however was my non-scale victory. Now, I’ve only told a couple of people this next story – it’s stupidly embarrassing and painful for me to relive – but it’s required here for a bit of context. A few years ago, me and Sam went to a funfair and I’d psyched myself up to go in the biggest, baddest ride there. I mustered up as much upper body strength that I could to pull myself up into the seat and when the fairground worker came to ensure everyone was securely in their seats – Well, if you can’t guess the ending to my sad story, here it is – the bloody harness couldn’t lock around me. I was just too big. To add insult to injury, I had to squeeze off of the seat and jump down, the sheer weight of my body hitting the metal floor below sent shockwaves through my ankles causing me a lot of pain – so perhaps it was adding injury to my insult. Ever since that moment, I’d avoided any form of single-seat, harnessed fairground ride (not that I have the opportunity to ride on many). That is until we arrived at Tivoli.
I had an absolute blast; loop-the-loops, corkscrews and even a big drop.
Thank you, Tivoli.
Breakfast: Chocolate-hazelnut doughnut
Lunch: Disappointing tacos
Dinner: McDonald’s (obviously) Big Tasty meal and cheese bites
Steps taken: 27,450