26 Jun 1985, Posted by Scott An Chora in Travelogue, No Comments.
06/26 Copenhagen, Denmark
We rose early and spent the entire day wandering the pedestrian streets and central squares popping in and out of small cafes and trendy boutiques. That’s right, trendy boutiques. The young ladies that gather in these places are quite attractive. Carlsberg and then followed the tree-lined avenues to the harbor.
Beyond this ribbon to the wind there sat the “Little Mermaid”, listening to the church bells in the distance. The melody of the wind passing over the gentle hills and meadows and here she sits, still turning her eyes landward, dreaming of mortality.
We traveled through Denmark, heading north towards Oslo, Norway. Solsberg played guide and shepherded us through the local sights. She suggested that if her friend gave us the green flag, we could spend the night at their place. She made a couple of attempts to connect and when she finally got a hold of her friend we got the thumbs up. These two young ladies shared an apartment in the general vicinity of the Olympic ski jump, which gave us the opportunity to explore some residential areas and gather up the ingredients for dinner. The four of us drank into the night until the alcohol was gone. Then I began getting the impression that these ladies expected more to the tune of romance. Lounging around in their underwear was a big hint. I wasn’t attracted to either one of the young ladies and had been no effort through the evening to separate into couples. I hoped they weren’t expecting a foursome because real men never share abed with another penis. We slept off the alcohol and hit the road running. We reviewed the train schedule and decided to depart north into Trondheim on the midnight train. This gave us another entire day to tour the city of Oslo. Although I have been writing smaller and smaller in my journal to conserve space, it had become evident that I was eventually going to run out of room and need to get myself a new journal. I decided I would purchase a new book and transcribe what was already written in a much smaller font, consciously considering the number of pages to the length of my journey. In between the Viking exhibits and the city parks I located a literary shop that sold journals. Perfect. I procured a journal with a lot of blank pages with no lines, about five by eight, so it would also be easy to carry.
