Monday 5 October 2015--So much for Malmö. We take the train back
across the Øresund Bridge, past the airport, into Copenhagen. Our hotel is
not far from the station, but we are too early to check in, so we kill some time at a
café down the block. We've chosen the hotel for both location and price, and we
aren't expecting much--it's just a place to sleep. When we get to our room, we find it
a little more dire even than we're prepared for. I've stayed in worse, I
guess. The neighborhood is a bit dodgy, too. That caf was okay, and there
are some nice restaurants around, but there are also signs of unsavory and illicit
activity on the street. We'll keep our eyes open, coming and going.
We take a walk up along Sankt J rgens Sø, one of the three rectangular lakes,
laid end-to-end, that are one of the city's most distinctive topographical
features. The earliest, Peblinge Sø, dates to the early Middle Ages, and
Sortedams Sø and Sankt Jørgens Sø followed in the 16th century. The
lakes were given their regular rectangular form in the early 18th century. The
original purpose of all this was defensive, and the lakes provided drinking water
until the mid-18th century. Now they are ornamental, with walking and cycling
paths alongside. We stroll up to the Metro stop at the Forum, and ride down to
Amagerbro, a neighborhood south of the city center. Jan, last seen in
Edinburgh on 25 October 2008, is waiting for us in the Lergravsparken Metro
station. He takes us to his flat and very graciously provides us with a significant
volume of whisky and beer. I met Jan through one of the online whisky forums,
years agone. Almost all of the forum folk that I've met in person have been fine
and friendly gentlemen, none any more so than Jan.
It's getting on toward dinnertime. Jan suggests Ravelinen, a traditional Danish
restaurant overlooking the Christianshavn bastions. You'd hardly know you
were in the city here--the place has very much a country feel.
After dinner, Jan heads for home, and Win and I walk back toward the city
center. On the way back to the hotel, we find a brewpub called Brewpub. How
imaginative. We have a last pint and wobble off to our beds.
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