We started off the day by heading to an area of Copenhagen known as Christiana. This is an old military barracks which was occupied by some "free-thinking" people decades ago with the hopes of making some sort of hippie utopia. Sounds good, right? This was our destination.
I had thoughts of tons of hippies and women wearing flower crowns, and all that happy, happy, joy, joyness. From what I saw it looked more like a weed haven. You weren't allowed to take pictures, and it was somewhat depressing-looking. It was different though, and in that respect it was nice to experience. Hey, where else can you get hemp beer?
The bikes are alright, definitely not something one would want to climb L'Alpe d' Huez. The tires are solid rubber, and the wheels are solid (vs. spoked), and for some reason the bike was a bit hard to handle....I wonder why?! It didn't matter though, it was nice to have wheels, and to do more exploring.
I wasn't too brave. I basically cruised around places with low car traffic. I ended up driving out to the Little Mermaid again, and snapped a few more pics. I then just rode around the city a bit, and got a bit of a workout. I wish we rode bikes more. You can definitely cover more ground---oh well, next time! :)
We then went back over the canal and headed to Rädhuspladsen, which is basically a big open square downtown. There are some buildings swarmed w/ all sorts of neon (think Times Square).
While in this square we had one of those "W.T.F" moments. We happened upon a crowd of people. We were wondering what they were checkin out--street performers can always be fun to check out. As we approached the crowd we were caught by surprise by what we saw: a pair of dudes dressed up in Native regalia dancing around w/ flutes, and with New-Age-y music in the background! Ari was able to determine that the music they were "dancing" to was the soundtrack to the movie Last of the Mohicans. I personally didn't know what to feel. Ari wanted to ask them what tribe they were. Why were they out here dancing like monkeys with a cup in their hand. I guess people have to make a living, but this just felt wrong. There were a few drunk Danes who were dancing to their own beat (and looked just about as good as these two "performers"). It felt like watching a car wreck. After I pushed my mouth back up (from being open-mouthed in amazement and confusion), we ended up splitting and not wasting our time trying to figure out what the deal was---only in Copenhagen!
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