Act 3, Scene 3
The train ride from Amsterdam
to KØbenhavn (Copenhagen)
is longer than youd expect, about 8 hours. The smart way to do it
is to get a sleeping compartment for the overnight trip. But,
that I was, I opted for the cheaper alternative, figuring I could sleep
in the regular seats. On lots of trains in Europe the seats fold down so
that you can push two together and make a nice bench and snooze away. The
problem is there has to be two seats available to do this. When I got on
board in Amsterdam the train was nearly empty. But it stopped at every little
town along the way, preventing me from ever falling asleep. At each town
it picked up more and more people until there were no spare seats at all
and I had to sit up for the remainder of the trip. About halfway to KØbenhavn
the entire train was pulled into a cargo ship and taken across the channel
to Danmark (Denmark). It was very creepy looking out the window at the gray
steel interior of the ship, thinking there was no way in hell anyone could possibly
get out alive should the boat go down.
I arrived at the crack of dawn,
cold and tired. I exchanged some currency at the station, but only a little
in case I got mugged.
is a nice town, clean and easy to get around. There are lots of impressive
buildings and some amazing sculpture.
On the other hand, there are 4 weeks of decent weather in KØbenhavn, 2 in May and 2 in July. Otherwise its winter, or raining. It was the first week in September and the leaves were already falling.
After Lenas all-day guided
tour we sampled some Danish nightlife. On the edge of downtown is a hippie
community called "Christiana." In 1970 the military abandoned
a base and the hippies moved in and declared themselves an autonomous
community and stopped paying taxes. Every year the Danish parliament debates
over what to do about the place but it remains mostly unchanged. Lately
a few residents have opted to pay taxes, so now they have power and water
in some buildings. In the states the FBI would kick in the door, shoot
everyone and burn the place down. In Danmark it becomes a tourist attraction
and after dark hot spot. There are hashish and falafel vendors in the
streets, a couple of bars, and two night clubs where acts from around
the world come to play. In general it's a little trashy but extremely
friendly and an interesting stop, just for the uniqueness of it all.
We hit a bar around the corner for cheap local beer and lively conversation. Ben told me tales of his travels. He had started in Germany, meeting some friend, then when he got bored he hit the train station and asked where the next train was going. If it sounded good hed hop on with his Eurorail pass. Hed get to the next city, look up a hostel and move in for a couple days. When he got bored again hed hit the train station and repeat the cycle. Hed been all over and had some amazing stories.
"For my part, I travel not
to go anywhere, but to go. I travel for travel's sake. The great affair
is to move."
I was deeply envious of the
kid, but it was impossible not to like him as he is both humble and
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