We (read: I) had a pretty traumatic flight from BRS, so once we landed we were exhausted and not feeling up to much. We crawled out of the metro in time to hear the strains of Miley Cyrus echoing out of the Forum and got a bus and met our Air BnB host, David who looks like a web-designer from a nineties rom-com.
The apartment is a good proxy for our own flat at home, decent size a bit grubby but not grubby enough for my fiancee to mind. We unpacked, freshened up and headed to the nearest place that sold food and ended up at Steak House just as Distortion was letting out. It was pretty much indistinguishable from Boro Pizzas on a Friday night. We got a large margarita, to which the guy worryingly replied ‘Large? Are you sure?’ and when it came we found out why — Nothing a boro lass couldn’t handle, mind. We made light work of it in front of a danish-subtitled showing of Men in Black on TV. Then slept like the dead.
This morning I was tasked with hunting out Meyer’s Bageri and Coffee Collective but failed miserably and had to wait for A to collect me. We ate a danish and drank a cappuccino on the grass, and realised we were minutes from our apartment and had taken the long way round.
The plan was to walk to the DDC but it turned out to be lousy; an overpriced cafe and one ‘exhibition’ on one desk in the corner, everything else was closed down. The sole highlight was eavesdropping on a man giving a design presentation to some clients: he knew his shit, we learned a bunch. We took advantage of the free wifi to change tactics, as the weather soured and ruled out a bunch of stuff we had planned.
We ended up at the National Museum which turned out to be the best possible decision we could have made. Learned a shit ton about the pre-history of Denmark, learned some runes, saw loads of ridiculously ornate things from a bunch of different countries and cultures and time periods and it was pretty boss. Finished up on the top floor with the Navajo Quilt exhibition (insanely good) and a summary of modern Danish history. The exhibit on the first same-sex marriages in Denmark choked me up pretty bad, but not so much the lady next to me who spent a good ten minutes scrutinising the display then tutted a “Whatever” to herself and walked off.
Ate a supremely good burrito at Slice of San Francisco which is ran by a super-friendly lady named Miriam, who loves her job more than a person probably should and makes a mean cheesecake (apparently, we didn’t stay to find out!) – Stopped for Ice-cream at a 7-Eleven on the way home (where they still sell Zzaps [!!!]) and dropped into a Netto to pick up some supplies. Photographed a bunch of stuff – Danes don’t fuck about when it comes to packaging. Got one stop planned for the evening then we’re going to explore.