And so the journey begins....

I found out how the train does over water, it gets on a ferry of course, yep the train was put on a ferry. Just one word of advice, do not go back to the train early before it has docked on the other side, the rocking motion of the boat plus the rocking motion of the trains suspension, it is enough to make you feel a little green around the gills. The train was late getting into Copenhagen, first delay was that a train had brocken down at one of the stations in front of us and the second hold up was that a guy had decided to run out onto the tracks and police were trying to catch him. WELCOME TO DENMARK!!!
First impression of Denmark, apart from it was a hell of a lot colder here, and yes before you ask, the foul weather is still following me, was that there was so much rubbish on the ground, it was a huge difference from Germany where it looks like they scrub the place clean everyday. That afternoon I just relaxed, I had no intention of doing anything, it was going to be my lazy day. The next day I went for a bit of a walk around and then headed to the train station to meet my friend. We spent the next day having a bit of a walk around and we headed out to find the social community of Christiania. Copenhagen is a nice place, not overly exciting, but a place that you could easily live in for awhile and get to know some of its quirkier aspects. The next day we headed to Frederikshavn in the North of the country, it ended up being a fairly long day of travel, not by distance, just time, the trains don't move that fast here. Once there we headed up to Skagen. It is a village on the most northern point of Denmark, from there you can walk out to the tip. It is a pretty area. Well worth getting there, as along as you can get back. Once we headed back into the town of Skagen we waited for a bus to turn up, there was ment to be one, well a few, according to the bus schedule, and we throught there were meant to be a few trains as well, but weren't a hundred percent on that one. So we waited and waited and waited. A bus came but didn't stop, and it headed the wrong way anyway. After too long sitting waiting, I headed to a nearby pub and asked them to call a taxi. We got a taxi back to Frederikshavn, he dropped us back at the train station. We went in to see if there were trains that were ment to be there, and there were according to the schedule trains running till late at night, and sitting at the station was a train going to Skagen, but the strange think was that it was there when it wasn't ment to be. We had no idea what was going on! Oh well. We got back all the same. The next day we headed down to Ribe via Arhus. Arhus was having a festival and I was hoping there would be something happening during the day, but it looked like it was only going to crank up in the evenings, during the day there were performances for kids. We arrived in Ribe to find the hostel fully booked but he gave us a, basically, a classroom with a couple of matteress on the floor. In the evening they run a night watch mans tour of the city. It was fantastic, probably the best city tour I have done, definately the strangest. He spoke in Dutch and then English. Ribe is a really cool little town. From Ribe we headed to Odense, this is home to Hans Christian Anderson. We had a walk around that afternoon and tried to recall what stories Hans had written, we were able to name a couple, but they were more lucky guesses. The next day we went to his museum and to the house that they throught he grew up in. From Odense we headed back to Copenhagen. We did a day trip from there back to Roskilde, where there was a viking museum. Copenhagen has a fair ammount of things to see. One of the last nights there we headed to Trivoli Park. This is an ammusement park in the centre of Copenhagen, it has been there since before the war. It was great fun, I felt like a little kid again. Did most of the gut churning rides! Even some scared me, like the free fall one, at the end you swear that you will never do it again, but after awhile you want to go again. My last day in Copenhagen was spent running around trying to work out how I was going to get to Poland. I eventually managed to book a ferry that left that night to North of Poland. I have to say that I would come back to Copenhagen, and I would like to see some more of the Zealand area, but next time with a car, the trains are too slow.