// Sep15. The weather more volatile than a woman

Train to Copenhagen

Transit at Malmo station.

Taking the rail and road bridge (Øresund Bridge) over the Baltic Sea between Copenhagen, Denmark, and Malmo, Sweden. This bridge is actually a tunnel as well. Cool.

 
Copenhagen

Found an accommodation to be considered, after an hour. Seemed rather scarce, places to stay for backpackers.

Exchange rate: 
S$ 1 — Danish Krone = DKK 3.58
                                    

Hotel Jørgensen

Hotel Jørgensen was more of a hostel/economy hotel.

We thought it was rather dinghy at first, when shown to the dorm in the basement. Dim winding corridors; exposed pipings; unfinished walls. The communal shower setting was reminiscent of Schindler’s List. *Shudder* As the hotel was closed between 11 am and 3 pm for cleaning, you couldn’t leave anything behind so you always had to leave your packs in a designated locker area. Multiple trips to the lockers in the basement. But we went to the shared shower cubicle upstairs rather than the dungeon communal.

We were lucky (or unlucky) to have gotten bunks in a family quadruple (shared), but had to move into a dorm the next day. But they did provide very good breakfast, inclusive.

We did try to recce for better alternatives but choices were slim and we gave up the hunt, so we stayed put.

Bed : 130 DKK / SGD 36.31

Family quadruple room, shared.

Moved to dorm quarters the next day. 

Our 5-bed dorm quarters. 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Hot drinks dispenser I always looked forward to this after every cold day.

 
At 10º today

We took to the streets. An interesting day as we were constantly bombarded with rain, gusts and bursts of sunshine. Made for some dramatic shots.

Størget, said to be the world’s longest pedestrian street mall. Our favourite Chinese takeout was around there. *Happiness* Tasty, hot and cheap(er), though salt intake could be a concern.

As this journey was mine.

We thought we could solicit for some freelance work for a lark, but even so, pimping ourselves was too much work. 

And thus began our ritual of Chinese takeout dinner from China Restaurant Cafe. We ducked in and out of the rain as we chomped hungrily at our box of oily comfort food. At DKK 25 / SGD 6.98, you couldn’t do any better than that!

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// Sep14. Around Lund at last

 
My favourite place in the hostel, especially in the morning, when the beams are welcomed into the room. Nice and peaceful. We were often the earliest risers.

 
Lund walk
  

Lund’s Romanesque cathedral.

Almost like snow-capped roofs.

We weren’t there at noon nor 3 pm but if you are, you’ll be treated to a little show. The clock will strike up In Dulci Jubilo and the figures of the three kings will begin their journey to the child Jesus. We could have made it for the second show but we were still at the library; free internet.

Beautiful calligraphy on the Astronomical clock. Click on image for a larger view.

Nothing much that’d shake the Richter scale of excitement but I felt contentment. We had pear flavour ice cream along the way. Yums.

 

Primaries.

I shall avoid captioning this. It’s too easy — and inevitable.

 
Our last dinner at Lund

Not your regular Rachel Ray, but still good. Popeye would approve.

After dinner

We were doing our homework as usual, after dinner, when there was this Japanese guy (who spoke amazingly fluent mandarin; shame on us) watching us. Then he finally came over to introduce himself, being very curious to know what we were up to; it looked like we were attending school. Hahaha!

Yamaya made a request, if Muk and I could sketch him on each of our journals and sign our name on the drawing. And he proceeded to take a photo of us “blogging” on paper.

That’s our guy, Yamaya Takeshi. So in return, I asked him to “autograph” my page in Japanese.

This was what I was up to that night. They’ve aged chromatically.

Goodnight It had been a good stay.

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