COPENHAGEN- Rungsted Kust

Time always flies whilst travelling... I left for Copenhagen on a sunny Wednesday during July, and before I knew it I was back on the plane to London! 

The journey down was pretty interesting as I met an English Doctor who lives in London and flies down to Copenhagen almost every week, to see his Danish girlfriend! We got into conversation after he was eaves dropping on my phone conversation- about the #blacklivesmatter protest I had organised three days previous (over 3000 people turned up and the media were loving it). Turns out he was a Buddhist and also going to Copenhagen to meet with his Guru. I thought I'd mention this man because he was ultra cool and made my journey that bit more interesting. Lately I've noticed that I keep meeting insightful, conscious and gracious people more and more regularly.

A nippy two hours later, and I had landed in Copenhagen. This time I travelled down alone, to visit my gorgeous cousin Shaylee. 

Her and her boyfriend, Patrick picked me up from the airport which was located on the outskirts of the city. Shaylee lives in a suburb, outside of Copenhagen that I can't seem to remember and couldn't pronounce anyway. In fact the majority of names and words in Danish I struggled to say.. though may I add that I love the way the Danish say 'Organic' - 'Økologisk' (pronounced: Oo-kol-oisk).

That evening Shaylee had planned for Patrick, herself, her best friend Alex and I to go to an elegant Sushi restaurant in one of the wealthy suburbs, along the Rungsted Kyst. We had a table booked for 9pm and at around 8:30pm, decided to pass through the sandy beach 5 minutes from the restaurant and just 20 minutes drive from the house. The visit to the beach took me by surprise when I saw an elder man stripping down to his trunks and getting into the water! It was late and the weather wasn't exactly hot. The water itself was so cold, yet he swam for around 10 minutes and exclaimed that 'the water is not cold at all,' after I gave him that typical shocked Brit look. 

Sticks 'n' Sushi. Boy was it incredible. We ordered in pairs and when Alex spoke in Danish to the waiter, asking for 'The Perfect Day' sharing platter, the waiter gave me a smile and then responded to Alex by explaining our date will be The Perfect Day. I of course had no idea what was going on and just smiled politely. Shaylee started giggling, knowing that I have a boyfriend and Alex has his 'side chicks'.

Once the food came, we all tucked in. If I could explain how the raw fish danced and pranced on my tongue, creating a tickling sensation and causing pure joy to run through my veins... I would, but it's not something that people really understand till they experience it themselves.

Oh and may I add this Sushi restaurant had the coolest toilet I've seen...

After the meal we took a stroll along the dock and got some ice cream. 

Yeah, we have wongaaa... Well kinda, the exchange rate is roughly 10K:1£ haha!

It was a lovely start to an exciting four days in Copenhagen, the 'coolest kid on the Nordic block!'

Peace&Love,
Willow

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BERLIN - DAY 3/3

Our final day in Berlin...

DAY 3

We checked out of the hotel at 11am and began to make our way to the airport, located south east of Berlin. As we arrived in Alexanderplatz I realised that we had forgot to check in online! Scheisse! With no internet connection the both of us some how stayed calm and after a moments thought, walked over to our trusty Carambar from last night- Why? To use their WiFi of course. Thank you Carambar. With the euros we had left, we bought some food (another Halloumi Kebab for me, with lots of garlic sauce and all the salad!) to eat on the train. On the way in, the journey had seemed fairly simple, so rather than planning our route ahead we hoped for the best and went for it! BIG MISTAKE.
All I remember for the next couple hours were spanish tourists, wrong train, half an hour waiting times and a lot of panic. 

When another train pulled in around 10 minutes later, and we had confirmed it was going to take us in the direction of the airport. We tried our hardest to hop on, but in the way stood a large group of Spaniards and their suitcases. They were obviously going in the same direction as us and started saying 'No airport, no airport' as we tried our best to hop on, before the doors began to close. This obviously caused doubts and so we got off again, flustered and confused, and beginning to run out of time. We originally had 3 hours to get to the airport, which on our way in, took around 1. Now checking the time, we had about 2. We asked a lady working in the café on the same platform, what train to look out for and she told us the very one we had hopped off of was going in our direction. Scheisse! So we waited for the next one. 

Possibly another 20-30 minutes later, the next train pulled in. We all got on this one which then terminated at the next stop. We were sure it was the right train... what was going on? With a little help from a ticket inspector she guided us to the U-Bahn station we needed, in order to get the correct underground train to the airport. 
After a lot more confusion and trying our best to ditch the Spaniards whom we were worried would end up in front of us on arrival and then going through security (holding us up even more), we made it, may I add... AS OUR GATE WAS SCHEDULED TO CLOSE. Scheisse! Run!
Around maybe 10 minutes later (at most) we arrived at our gate. To our surprise, the gate was still indeed open for business. Phew! We could relax...

Peace&Love
Willow 

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