Trip down memory lane: Copenhagen, Denmark
Copenhagen in winter is a Scandinavian dream. The grey sky makes the pastel houses pop, darkness falls early making homes light up with life, and the coldness adds a certain romance to the city.
I was only in Copenhagen for three days. It had been a decision based on cheap flights, so I didn’t really have any expectations. I remember being really tied after a long transit. The train from the airport was automated, and you could watch it slither through the underground system. I remember that familiar feeling of being lost, as I climbed my way to the ground, and searched for a route to my hostel.
My hostel experience was bad to say the least. It was significantly cheaper to sleep in a mixed dorm, but that meant I was the only girl for a night, and was preyed on by the group of middle-aged French men. Sleeping directly next to me, separated by a very thin layer of plastic, slept a man who snored like a lion in heat. I was overjoyed when my friend arrived a day later, sleeping pills and all.
The city was quiet. I didn’t come across one homeless person. Which made me wonder. Surly this city hasn’t found a cure for homelessness… so where and why they were hiding? What was the cruelness I couldn’t see?
My first morning, I found myself searching for coffee. It was bitterly cold and I was very unprepared coming from Australia. I sat in a bakery on a bench next to two unknown citizens. I nibbled on a danish as my coffee warmed my soul. It was peaceful. It was Copenhagen.