Every Man Is An Island

I stand by that. But clearly some men are island chains. Underneath, they are connected...

Sunday, May 22, 2005

Today is Sunday. Yesterday was Saturday. It rained. That sucked ass.

We didn't get home from the bars until 3 am on Friday night. Apparently, that is considered early here.

We took the train to Kronborg Slot (castle) in Helsingore yesterday. Many people bailed out because they were hung over from the previous night. Kronborg is Hamlet's castle. It was sweet, to say the least. It was oldy and biggy. It also had multiple moats surrounding it. Unfortunately, it didn't have any alligators. We got to go down into the casemates. They were the underground area that housed horses, prisoners, and soldiers. It was cold down there, like 7 degrees C. On a different note, the Swedes took the big fountain in the court yard as booty and melted it down.

We also took the ferry across to the town of Helsingborg, Sweden. It was sweet. I ate an open faced shrimp sandwhich, very authentic, and had a Carlsberg Elephant beer.

We went to Sofiero Slott in Sweden. It was about a 10 minute bus ride up the coast. Sofiero Slott isn't really a castle as much as a big summer palace. It was where the former King of Sweden lived. I think it was like Gustav IV or something. Anyway, the queen wasn't that hot. It did have some magical views from the back porch and few little streams which probably came from the mountains. Maybe they were fjords. It also had the most amazing garden. It's the kind of place you'd want to get married.

Ironically, it was raining the entire time we were in Denmark. It was a combination of wind and rain. It made for quite the cold combination. When we got off the ferry in Sweden, it had stopped raining. By the time we got to Sofiero Slott, it had turned sunny. So basically the whole time we were in Denmark was rainy, and the whole time we were in Sweden was sunny. Sweden officially kicks Denmark's ass.

We also climbed up the hill to what was left of Helsingborg castle in Sweden. There wasn't much left except for a gate and a tower. It was torn down after the Danes captured it or something. But it was cool and the weather was nice.

We hopped back on the ferry to Denmark and took the train back to Copenhagen. On the way back, there was some crazy hobo bugging my roommate Robert. The rest of us were sitting in a different row of seats pretending to sleep. He was just being loud and out of control. He claimed to have a large flat above the airport. In reality he probably slept there on a bench. He also wore an orange wig. It provided for quite the awkward moment.

After that the trip was over. There was a little drinking on the street on the way to eat pizza buffet followed by immediate passing out due to exhaustion.

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