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Copenhagen, July 11 - 21


Things gradually quietened down for us, following our eventful departure from Amsterdam. On the train we had an entertaining cabin buddy from the US, who had his own method for exploring the world. He takes cruise ships from place to place, and decides from the railing as the boat glides by, which cities are worth coming back to investigate further. We did not quite work out how this practice led him to be in a second class sleeper cabin on a train bound for Copenhagen, but his enthusiasm and his mature age dental braces kept us amused.

We arrived just in time for the tail end of the Copenhagen Jazz Festival. The sun was shining, and it seemed like we couldn't go wrong. That was how it seemed - for unfortunately, we chose to attend an outdoor event in Orstedsparken. The park was delightful but the music way too experimental for our sensitive ears.


We were renting a fantastic apartment in the suburb of Østerbro. In a quiet little street called Horsensgade, the apartment belongs to the girlfriend of Jørn Utzon's grandson. People in Sydney might know the name... Utzon Senior was the designer behind the Sydney Opera House.
Katrine was very helpful and accomodating with us, and we really felt at home.

Bicycles are a big deal in this city, and we made sure to sort ourselves out with some wheels. It was great to discover Baisikeli, a local business with an admirable story behind it. Here is one of the founders, Niels, helping Naomi with her helmet fitting.


While we were there, David Suzuki filmed a part of his upcoming documentary on sustainability in Europe with a feature on Baisikeli. We missed the film crew by minutes, but Niels was happy to fill us in. He is a friendly and very chatty fellow. Apparently, over 400,000 bikes are scrapped each year in Denmark. These guys collect the bikes that are still usable, and rent them to the public for a while... with the ultimate goal being to send the bikes on to African communities where the need is great and the supply very limited. So far, it has been a huge success. The rental from Copenhagen pays for shipping and programs in Africa, a truly sustainable business practice. Waste is literally turned into money and opportunity, both locally and abroad.

Right in the centre of the city, there is the bizarre little theme park of the Tivoli Gardens. We amused ourselves walking around, Naomi enjoyed an icecream... we tried to hear more jazz but this time our ears were assaulted by a one-man children's variety show. Strike two.
Away from the stage, it was nice to see how much the locals make use of the Gardens as a place for recreation. The following image is from one of the prettier spots.


We were fortunate to have a contact in Copenhagen. Thanks to Sean, we were able to meet up with Jeannie. She was very generous with us and after an initial outing she organised a dinner party at her place in Nørrebro. It was an intimate evening with many smiles, and it was nice to meet a few new people. Jeannie made some delicious Japanese food, and Naomi baked an apple crumble that I had the pleasure of balancing on my bicycle on the ride across town.


That evening led to another gathering at her friend Steven's apartment. We sat there amongst his impressive photography, and energetically gesticulated the night away with his Nintendo Wii. You can see Naomi in action in the next picture. Playing these games all together, on a high definition projector screen, was a lot of fun indeed.


Both Jeannie and our landlady Katrine were full of suggestions of what to see and do in the area.
It was with much anticipation that we boarded the train and headed 35km North of Copenhagen to the Louisiana Museum of Modern Art.
It was a highlight of our time in Denmark. The grounds and the buildings are really stunning. The architects, so the story goes, spent three months walking around the property before they began to talk about how to best fit the buildings in to the landscape.


Walkways and connecting galleries lead to incredible vistas, both out onto the water and inland towards the forest.
We probably found the building itself more exciting than much of the artwork on display, but there was one exhibit that we really liked. It was about museums in the 21st century, and focused on some places we had seen in our recent travels as well as proposed sites such as the new centre at the Acropolis in Greece.


We spent a full day there, watching children play from the steps of the Calder Lawn until the sun went down. It was quite the destination for families. Some people swam in the sea, others rolled down the hill again and again and again. When the day faded and the rolling became too much, shadow sculptures were the next logical progression.


This scuplture is the reason why it is called the Calder Lawn. On the other side, with a view past the lawn and across the water, is a cafe where young and old alike refuel after a long day of modern art and grassy slopes.


We also enjoyed the various design houses and museums in Copenhagen. The Danish Design Centre was a particular highlight, for its many interactive displays and some interesting and refreshingly different exhibits.
Along the streetfront there was an exhibit featuring wood in Danish Design, and as you can see from the vigour of this young child, everything was there to touch, push, slide and indeed rock.


There is something truly delightful about the Danish wooden children's toys, particularly Kay Bojesen's monkey. We also became very fond of the birds designed in the 1950's by Kristian Vedel.


While on the topic of children in Denmark, we learnt of an interesting custom. Parents wrap the kids up, and they sleep outside - whatever the weather (and it certainly does get cold!) for any daytime naps they may be having. Even at the kindergartens, the children sleep out in the open air. On discussion, it seemed like a good idea. Perhaps a custom to bring back to Melbourne, to try at a later date.

During our travels, I have become very fond of museum bookstores. The bookstore at Louisiana could have entertained me for days, and the one at the Danish Design Centre was also very good. People go there to read the books, while they have a coffee and lounge around on fine furniture.
It was a treat to find myself in one of the books, the trusty 2006 re-issue of the Ecodesign Sourcebook. I tried to encourage the woman behind me (who looked a bit like Marcus' mum) to buy a copy, but she wasn't convinced.


Aside from museums and galleries, we spent a lot of time moving through the streets. At one point, I saw the following bicycle. This is taking the concept of "green transport" one step too far!


The bike was parked, rather permanently, on the way to Underwood, Ink. where Jeannie's friend Rebecca worked. She took advantage of a quiet afternoon at the bar to sit down with us for a chat over coffee. It was a cute place, following (as the name suggests) a literary theme in its decor and intellectual air.
We also passed by the following dog on our way to the station, where we would go to catch the fantastically broad S-train. He would lean his thin pointy head through the bars of the balcony, and peer up and down the street with a relaxed dignity that was, to me, quite endearing.


Modern architecture is making its mark on the city, with the new opera house by the water and buildings such as this one near the central station. The multiple layers of steel patternwork had a striking effect as you walk by.


We saw the Opera House on a boat cruise that was recommended by Jeannie. It began in Nyhavn, and went on a slow loop out through the surrounding waters as far as Christiania.
It was really a really nice activity, particularly as our time in Copenhagen was coming to a close and some of the sights were familiar to us from our travels on land.
We were also able to take in once more the dramatic and dynamic skies. It seemed perpetually about to rain, and there is enough of John in Naomi for her to be giving warning each day as we headed out. "Those clouds look like rain to me".
And indeed once or twice, these predictions came true.


Overall, Copenhagen was a city that resonated very strongly with us and I am sure that we will return for a longer stay at some stage in the future. Thanks again to Katrine and to Jeannie and Steven, for making our visit that much more memorable.
Our final image to share with you, is of the power point in Katrine's apartment. It seems to be as happy to be there as we were :)



Amsterdam, July 6 - 10


With sandwiches packed, we set off for another long train ride. This time our destination was Amsterdam. The apartment rental market was a little steep, so we decided to pursue "bed and breakfast" style accommodation.
Thanks to some new sources, we discovered Kaola the jewellery designer and his delightful house in De Pijp. Kaola, an American who has lived in Holland for over a decade, was a friendly and helpful host and we enjoyed our time with him very much.


The back yard, as homely and inviting as the interior, but unfortunately much wetter than would be comfortable to spend time in. In usual Amsterdam style, rain played a major role each time we left the house.
Regardless of the weather, we made sure to get out and about each day. It was lovely to sit in one of the many parks on our way in to the center, and watch picnickers make the most of the break in the weather.
We became quite fond of the Amsterdam cargo bikes, particularly when they were loaded with kiddies. The following image shows a small group packing up after a birthday picnic. Four or five kids somehow squeezed into the bike, along with games and all the party goodies. It looked like a fun picnic, we were jealous and wished we could have joined in.


The neighbourhoods of Amsterdam can be quite delightful. Naomi was particularly taken by the leafy streets of Jordaan, where we wandered up and down between peaceful canals.
In a scene typical of the area, two well-to-do ladies wheel home some new topiary to perch amongst the greenery of their balconies.


We also hunted for fun markets in this neighbourhood, and had some apple pie at Winkel's. Kaola insisted that this was "the best apple pie in the world". Coming from an American, we could not let this one pass us by. Truly a fitting reputation, all they seem to serve is apple pie and coffee - the menu may have had other elements but who cares, when the pie is as good as this?!?

At times, the rain poured down in torrents that were too much for all but the most diehard cyclists. We often found ourselves sheltering in doorways, waiting for the worst of it to pass.


We were overloaded with tourist sightseeing after Berlin, so we tried to keep it to a minimum in Amsterdam. It was a valuable experience to see the Anne Frank House again, much has changed since my last visit and it has become a very well considered museum. We were both moved and inspired, particularly given the context of what we had seen so recently in Germany.

Another sightseeing highlight for me was to go to Rembrandthuis. I loved to see his collections of natural history, and the workshops and studios within the dwelling - even although much there is reconstructed interpretation, it was still a little wonderland for me.
We particularly enjoyed a demonstration of the etching and printing process, as well as exhibits in the attached gallery space, an image from which appears below.


Before arriving in the city, we had dreams of renting bicycles and becoming authentic citizens, even if it was just for a few days. The weather conditions soon put an end to that fantasy. Even still, thousands of commuters rode in to this bicycle parking lot near the central station. Neither of us had ever seen so many bikes in one location before. It was quite a sight.


Eating out in Amsterdam was a mixed affair for us. Aside from cakes and sweets, we did not find ourselves overly impressed. Perhaps our budget had something to do with that...
Thankfully, our financial constraints did not see us ever needing to sample the delights of the Febo vending machines.


The sight of them was enough to stop my appetite.
Also not to my personal taste, were other aspects of Amsterdam cafe culture...



Here, Naomi makes a good effort at enjoying an uninspiring waffle from the heart of the Old Centre.
I amused myself, watching bleary-eyed tourists stumble in and out and waited patiently for the day to move on :)







It was interesting to be in Amsterdam during the week that the Tobacco laws were introduced. Given certain freedoms that the locals enjoy, much fuss was being made over this new restriction.
A bizarre (for us, at least) image appeared in the paper, showing people enjoying the final smoking session at the cinema on the evening of the laws coming in.

That's the Dutch way of embracing progress.




Other tolerances in the city were particularly important for Kaola and his partner. All throughout the house, there were little reminders that we were not in Kansas any more...
(I have put a modesty patch on one of the more prominent features, for the benefit of the more innocent viewers ;)


We enjoyed the sights, sounds and sometimes the smells of Amsterdam. It is a city that has something to offer for everyone, and you don't need to look to hard to find the parts that you like. Kaola was a lovely host, and we wish him and Mattius all the best in Valencia.
On the day of our departure, we were in for a real treat.
The central station (where we had earlier experienced a bizarre ticketing process, all four hours of orchestrated waiting) had become the site of some fantastic performance art.
All across the station - from platform to platform, above ground in towers and below in stairwells and tunnels, performers were infiltrating the public and causing surprise, hilarity and delight.
We even saw performers board trains, and then return minutes later from another direction.


To the right of the above image, you can see a guy with a portable mixing desk. Behind him, a small group of official audience wear headphones. The performance was happening in amongst the commuters on the platform to the left. At the time of the photo, the woman in blue sang an operetta from the stairs of the control tower.

One of the more amusing sequences saw a young woman attach herself to "commuters" for brief periods. They would go about their business, acting as though oblivious to her being draped over or clinging to them. This went on for at least half an hour, across several platforms. It ended with her slumped over a display board, from which she was removed into a dumpster and wheeled away.


Of all that we saw in Amsterdam, this performance was the highlight. When the time came to depart, we grudgingly boarded our train for Denmark wearing brand new smiles. Thank you, mysterious public actors!


A short sequence appears below...


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