We survived the angry birds and were onto the next challenge, cycling around Copenhagen! We grabbed our free apple for the day and headed out to pick our bikes. The bikes were lovely and mine even had a basket so it felt really old school.
However, even after the seat was as low down as possible there was no way that even my tiptoes would reach the floor! Yes, the Danish are tall! I couldn’t quite bring myself to go back and ask for a child’s bikes, not again, so I managed to navigate my way down a side street by leaping, yes literally leaping, on and off the bike. This was all fine on the side street but I was more reluctant about main roads. I watched wearily as Luke showed me how easy it was by going around a roundabout, and around, and around, until I plucked up the courage to join him. After a few false starts on the main roads, and having to contend with vehicles and a lot of confident cyclists, I started to get the hang of it, sort of, and began to love it. What a great way to see Copenhagen and join in with all the locals.
Our first stop was breakfast and of course there was only one thing we could have, a Danish pastry.
We went to a lovely place called LagKagehuset (please go as it was delicious!) and sat by the open windows keeping an eye on our bikes, not that there was any need to.
We asked the waitress what the best choices were and finally ended up with three gorgeous pastries.
I would strongly recommend a visit here if you are ever in Copenhagen. We brushed off all the crumbs from ourselves, and from most of the cafe, as we were not quite as skilled as the Danish when it comes to eating pastries. They have a clever technique of eating the Danish pastry whilst it was still securely in the bag, no crumbs! I was then cajoled back onto the bike. We headed to Vor Frelsers Kirke , it was incredibly tall but we had just enough energy from the Danish pastry to help us tackle the stairs all the way up to the top, just!
It was worth it for the amazing birdseye view of Copenhagen, even if we had to nearly crawl up the wooden steps in the bell tower, then edge up the narrow blustery bit right up to the top. It made me feel like I had vertigo!
I had to make my ascent, and descent, clutching onto the sides. This method worked beautifully until I met somebody else doing exactly the same thing, which wouldn’t have been a problem if they hadn’t been going the opposite way. It just meant an exchange of sympathetic glances and then the most sympathetic person let the other one past. In most case this was me. Actually, in all cases.
Once we were back on safe ground we headed off to Christiana ,or ‘Freetown‘ as it is nicknamed, in Christianhavn. It was really interesting with lots of cool looking people (and some a bit less so), small shops, houses set up in various buildings, parks and a beautiful lake. Unfortunately, this is the only photo I could take,
which is interesting as it shows the town thinks it is separate from Denmark. No cameras are allowed within the town due to an understanding about certain drugs and the use of them. We found our way back to the bikes and went off to see the guards in the palace square, we may even have seen some royals in official looking cars. It was then on to see if we could spot the Den Lille Havfrue (Little Mermaid)
and Luke managed to also spot the ice cream shop and ended up with one nearly the same size as him! It was then time to head back along the gorgeous open streets back to the hotel. We even got a free glass of bubbly for a little celebration, which was lovely! It certainly helped us, as did a quick stop at Wagamamas for traditions sake, to start our long walk from the hotel to the Jon Bon Jovi concert at Parken. The walk was well worth it as we went around the canal/ river. There was so many people walking, reading, having picnics and enjoying the sun. It seemed very peaceful. This was the complete opposite of the concert! I have always wanted to see Jon Bon Jovi (and yes, of course it was just for the music Luke!) and they didn’t disappoint. It was amazing and he played all my favourite songs so I can now tick another thing off my ‘bucket list’.
We were then accompanied back to the hotel by lots of people walking, and cycling, whilst filling Copenhagen with the sound ‘living on a prayer’ ringing out in different keys. It was just a perfect day and, even better, there were no birds on the balcony this time thankfully.