Day 3 Copenhagen

A word on where we are staying.
Think Central Station trendy.

Has all the features; noisy location, loud locals, early morning prostitutes (she didn’t appear to disappointed when Mark said “No thank you”, vomit in the morning and a siren during the night that we though was a Ragnarok warning.
And because it is so hot and air conditioning is a fable the Danes don’t really get, all the triple insulated windows remain open.
The hotel for some reason has a Balinese bed theme, very pleasant courtyard, a bathroom the size of a second thought, a cowhide lined lift and an honour system for payment of the breakfast buffet.
It is either destined for greatness or insolvency.

We are by far the oldest, least hip people in the place but at least no one has offered to carry our bags.Read more