Archive for October, 2008

How we coped in Copenhagen….

October 6, 2008

After getting up frightfully early – 4.30am! we managed to get ourselves onto the flight on time for 7am.

On arrival we had the whole plan of attack worked out – first find an ATM to get some Kroner (Denmark $) and then get on to the metro (thanks Google) into the city centre.

My mate lent me great maps of the town – so we knew the vicinity we needed to be in. I was saying to JL – yeah its this way – come on…and next thing we are sitting on a train – which I thought was the metro. Opps. After 10 mins – people are complaining around us that its taking so long to set off – and JL says to me – are you sure this is the metro – it seems like a train. I said no – theres no train – just a metro – don’t worry – we are on the right one.
In the back of my mind I was thinking how strange – as on goggle it had said the metro departs every 4mins from the airport. Hmmmm…finally the train takes off – and the first station it comes to is not what we were expecting. A slight panic set in. As we moved on to the next station I asked the woman next to me if we were ‘literally’ on the right track. Ah no…it seems we are on a train – and she says – QUICKLY – you can jump off here and get the metro!!! With no second breath we shot out the door before it closed!! JL then started up – ‘I told you – but no – you just rushed on through – didn’t check – don’t take your time – I told you that you were wrong… blah blah blah’…so when you see the photos at the beginning – you can understand why I have the look of disgust and he has the look of winning round one!

The hotel was great – located right in the middle of tourist central! But being on the verge of winter it was quite quiet.

When I signed the registration book at the hotel – they ask that you put your date of birth – and I had to stop and take a double take at what I was seeing – as the person before me had the birth date of 6/4/57! Unbelievable! It was a french man staying in the hotel – named Olivier somethingorather. Strange eh!

We walked and walked around Copenhagen – and was not overly impressed with it – as it’s not a very beautiful city. I think I’m a bit spoilt living in Paris. I was actually finding it hard to find something nice to take a photo of! Finally – we found some open waterways and the scenary changed. There doesn’t seem to be many winding streets to add a bit of curiosity for when your meandering. But the people are really friendly – and speak at least 3 languages – English, French and of course Danish.

The cake displays in the bakery windows were not as flash as the ones you see here in Paris – it was a display of ‘slap-dash’ – JL was shocked! He’d never seen anything like it! I had to laugh. The french are so particular when it comes to food.

It was nice to see ‘the little mermaid’ …plenty of people there taking photos. Walking away from the area we noticed a warehouse type of place that sold imported goods – we had a look inside and found it was a haven of British and French food! So we brought up a load of stuff to snack on and took it back to the hotel room…was a lovely lunch!

One of highlights we were excited to go to was Tivoli Gardens – but was terribly disapointed to see it was closed in preparations for Halloween! Which just had JL going on about America and how ridiculous the world is!!! But then his mood completely changed as there was a special exhibition on called ‘Bodies’ and in fact when we were in Barcelona we had just missed it! (he wasn’t happy then either!)…so now – we had a chance to finally take it all in. Have you heard about it? It’s quite fasinating. Here is a link to explain more…

The exhibition shows you actual body parts – from skeletons – how your body works, functions and what happens when you have injuries. Was incredible. You saw cancerous tissue – in comparison to healthy tissue – smokers lungs compared to healthy lungs (in fact people left their packets of unfinished smokes beside this display – it was that horrific). The exhibition has created alot of controversy in many countries as one of the displays are of actual fetus’ from 12 weeks through to birth. I had never seen anything like it. You could see everything close up – what facinated me was to see the mask of the baby’s face forming and the joints of the fingers and ribs becoming bone. Incredible. They say these babies were not aborted – just problems at during pregnancy. When we left we were both blown away with what we saw and started to be careful how we treated our body. Didn’t last long – within 15mins I was eating a hotdog!

We had a nice dinner on the last night – at this restaurant:

Unfortunately the food was a bit salty – but other than that – was a lovely night.

Turning the TV on in the room I was surprised to see lots of Australian shows! Maybe it’s because of Mary from Hobart married the Prince of Denmark and is now living here??!! JL was shocked to hear Skippy the bush kangaroo for the first time not dubbed! As he grew up watching it in French!

Oh well – Italy next…

Hope you enjoy the photos…


A visit to the inlaws

October 2, 2008

Duty calls and we were off to La Harve in Normandy to see if ‘the olds’ were getting on ok. With the old fellow not doing too good these days – its important that we make more of an effort to get there and see them.

I made a wonderful cake the night before – first time with this receipe – it had dried figs and fresh green apple through it – with a sprinkling of almonds on top. Looked just like the picture when I finished.

JL had packed alot of his ‘never to throw away’ magazines (he thinks he will sell them on EBay one day and make a fortune…hmmm) into boxes and made a deal with his dad to keep them in his garage for safe keeping. As we need to get the flat reduced down with unused things to make way for the new kitchen!!

After packing around 9 heavy boxes into the back of the car – we took off to La Harve. Once at the flat of his mum and dad, the old fella decided to come down to the garage just to keep an eye on what JL is doing down there and also JL wanted some tools to use for working on the kitchen. He’s actually got two garages – not sure how he scored the other one – but one is for the car – and the other is for his bits and pieces. I had to laugh, as the dad stuck a hat on his head that made him look like he’s a station master.

After stacking the boxes and doing some quick handy work for the dad – we watched him sweep some leaves on the concrete floor rejecting our offers of help. The whole time I am worried hes going to wear himeself out! With that finished with – I followed the men to the another hidie hole room – under the apartment building – which houses all sorts of interesting stuff…tools and nails…screws and electrical items. Was an aladins cave. I was making sure I took it all in – till I spotted an old old radio – in blond timber – and apparently still works like a dream. Shame its down there getting dust on it. One day……

We head back upstairs to see how the mum is getting on with the lunch…smells wonderful by the way. Shes doing crunchy potatoes with a pintard. A pintard is what we call a fowl in oz. I have never had one before – so was looking forward to it. The dad on the other hand wasn’t taking the three flights of steps up (plus the sweeping) well. He went directly to the lounge and needed to regain his strength.

At the same time – the mothers having difficulty setting the timer on her new oven for roasting the bird. JL goes to help – but the dad shows his authority and says I will do it – and shuffles into the kitchen – now theres three of them hovering around the oven. The dad won’t let JL take over – he still can’t get it to work – JL’s trying to tell him – but no – won’t have anything to do with what he says – he’s been given a stool to sit on to face the oven as well. He gets up and goes to find the instructions and comes back for another go. To me, looking on, it was so funny – I just had to take a photo. In the end the dad got completely fed up and frustrated, JL fixed it in a second, and the mum ended up crying (due to the dad being so upset!)…I didn’t know where to hide!

The lunch turned out beautiful in the end. The gave me a bottle of congac called Benedict because I ooohed and ahhed so much after drinking it at the last lunch.

Finally the dad came around an hour later and the mum dried her tears. It’s a trying time for everyone thats for sure.

I’ve got a few photos for you here of the day – the last photo I tried to take was a zoomed in close up of the ex-partner of JL. As there is a family portrait siting on the buffet hutch. Just as I went to take the shot – the camera lens closed up and said ‘no battery’ !!! ahhhhhhhhhhhhh….karma