“UNTIL THE NEXT TIME IN BRATISLAVA!”
After listening to a very friendly Spanish receptionist about her latest trip to my country’s capital city, Bratislava, and after me telling her she should come back to my country’s capital city Bratislava again soon, I hit the streets of Copenhagen. It was just us, me and Copenhagen. Noone else to travel with me, argue where to go, what to visit, or where to eat.
With no plans, I decided to see the seashore first. At the urban beach, surrounded with Danish people, who were at least 15 centimeters taller than me and a lot more pale, I made a plan for my first ever alone trip.
Not being a fan of that kind of parks I decided to skip famous Tivoli Gardens and instead of that go to a daily trip to the Swedish city of Malmö. Copenhagen and Malmö are connected with bridge Oresund, the longest combined road and rail bridge in Europe. The train ride over to Sweden was an adventure by itself, and havig my feet in the Baltic sea for the first time in my life was cheery on top.
In the next few days I wandered around Copenhagen mostly by myself, discovering that Little Mermaid is really little and sadly nothing special, and that Nyhavn is the most beautiful at 6 in the morning before tourists came with their dangerous selfie-sticks.
Thanks to Christian Andersen, fairytales are all around Copenhagen and every statue has its own story to tell. My favourite by far is about Agnete and the Merman. The bronze statue of a merman and his six sons, still waiting for Agnete to come back home could easily be missed. The statue, work of Danish artist Suste Bonnen from year 1992, is located under water near Hojbro bridge and is probably the most unusual and a little bit creepy work of art I’ve ever seen.
Well-organised and disciplined Danish nation has in the middle of their capital self-proclaimed, autonomous region named Christiania. My first impresion was that is a much bigger version of Ljubljana’s Metelkova. In 1971 former army barracks became home for hippies. in 1971. In 2004 marihuana was prohibited in the area of Christiana, so me smelling its scent was for sure just my imagination. Unfortunately, this was also the place where I was bullied, and for the first time while on my solo trip wishing, I wouldn’t be traveling alone.
The trip was over in an eyeblink. Now I know for sure that Denmark is really, really, flat, Copenhagen is expensive, modern and most of the time extremely nice.
And now I agree with that cliché sentence: “Everyone should travel alone at least once in a life time.”
“Until the next time in Bratislava!” I waved goodbye to Spanish receptionist and headed back to Germany. My travel luck disappeared and my flight back to Köln was delayed for three times making it mission impossible to catch the last train back to Hessen. But somehow I made it.