Destination: Copenhagen, Denmark
Travel Style: Solo
Length: 7 days
The first time I ever rode a train by myself was daunting. I was 14 years old and I caught the train from Rooty Hill station to Parramatta, Sydney. Now I am 24 amd this is the first time travelling alone. At first it was daunting going to a new country with no idea of what to expect. To be honest, I didn’t research what to do in Copenhagen until just before I left Paris. I wanted to discover what kind of a traveller am I and writing this now, I am a flâneur.
The buildings were completely different in this country. The colours beamed from across the streets and ports that the maintenance of the city was clearly the handy work of the locals. This was evident in Nyhavn. A touristic pier that you can find local fishermen maintaining every inch of the boats and buildings to prevent further decay and damage. Seeing them afloat on what seems to be a self-built planks of wood attached together allowed them to access the under side of the boats. With their big wooly jackets, navy beanies and white frosted beards, affection was shown towards their daily duties. Patience, clarity and serenity; the simplicity from their instant coffee grounds and canine companion revealed the blissful lifestyle that they have become accustomed to. The only thing that would break this serenity is the canal tours that blurt broken audio from their tour guides microphone.
With all cities there is a romanticised view of the place versus the reality. A tourist attraction has the makings of creating this ideology of a place through a visual image. Nyhavn, The Little Mermaid statue, Tivoli Gardens, Rosenborg Castle; they all have the tendency to attract this image of what is a must see and do in an area. One particular tourist attraction that I had no initiative to go to until a friend wanted to see it was Christiania. Located in the district of Christianhavn, this little community has historical independence that differs from any tourist site I have seen so far. A “Freetown”. We were warned to not take any photos whilst in the area; this enhanced my curiousity. I have become so focused on the visual to the point now that I feel I cannot research ahead as it may heighten my expectations. That impromptu feeling would be lost, which I guess is why I enjoyed this hub. Walking through the bricked barrier triggered my nostrils with nostalgia of Amsterdam. The dense earthy fumes of marijuana was one thing, the other was the languid feeling I had throughout my body. Smiles were seen on every person’s face. Now it was probably the marijuana, but it could be the relaxing aura that everyone fed off.