Copenhagen

Continuing with my forays into Scandinavia. The following weekend I went to Copenhagen, which had a lot of similar elements to Stockholm. (Hate to play favorites…but I kinda liked Stockholm better.)

So we mostly hit up a bunch of sights via a bus tour. It was convenient, since Copenhagen is a little bit spread out and cold. On the first full day we were there, we saw Tivoli Gardens, the Little Mermaid statue, Amalienborg Palace, and the Carlsberg brewery among many, many other things. But those were the main highlights. The actual Little Mermaid story is super depressing if you haven’t heard it. Hans Christian Andersen does not have the same penchant for happy endings as Disney does. (http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Little_Mermaid)

The next day we saw the Church of Our Saviour, which is this huge, beautiful church in Copenhagen with this tall golden tower, and Christiania. Christiania is actually a free town, but I’m still vague on exactly how it works.

Really, I kinda rushed through this whole Copenhagen recap, because I have a much more noteworthy story than talking about the sites that I saw. Essentially, I got pickpocketed. (One of the safest cities, my ass.) We were on our way to the airport to go back to London. We were taking the metro, because it was basically like a 15-minute metro ride. So I set down my backpack in front of me to get my wallet out to buy a metro ticket from the machine. We buy our tickets and are getting ready to head down to the platform. I reach into my coat pocket to get my metro ticket and realize that my iPhone is not in there anymore. This all transpired in a matter of a minute. I had literally just put my backpack on and walked 25 feet towards the escalator. I start to panic slightly, and I see this guy walking out of the metro station. In my head, I just KNOW that he took my phone, but not wanting to jump to conclusions that if perhaps I had moved my iPhone to my backpack when I got out my wallet, I take down my backpack and quickly check. It’s not there. He’s already out of the station at this point, and I’m absolutely livid. I hand my friend my backpack and immediately start sprinting up the stairs. When I get out of the metro station, I have to start scanning everywhere because he could have walked in any direction. I spot him, and I’m pretty sure he sees me. I start sprinting again, because he and his friend are decently ahead of me. I catch up to them in a block and as I turn the corner, his friend hands me my stuff back and mutters something foreign to me but what sounded like in an apologetic tone. I know that it wasn’t the smartest thing to do, and I know that it could have turned out poorly. But in that moment, I was running on pure adrenaline and anger. I also probably wouldn’t have done it had it not been 6 PM and in a pretty busy pedestrian area. First thing I say when I walk back down to the metro station in triumph but still pissed off as hell: “I should have fucking punched him in the face.” Good thing I didn’t, though, because I really don’t want a knife to mine.

 
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