The third night I finally slept. We only had a few items to check off our Copenhagen list. We began by taking a short walk to the Round Tower. They have night sessions using a telescope, but unfortunately, those were not available on the days we were here. Climbing the tower meant walking up a very wide circular spiral. At the top was a very wide circular view of the city. It was fantastic.
We walked and caught a bus, first going the wrong way, and then getting off after one stop, and finding another one, going the right way, into the hippie part of Copenhagen, Freetown Christiania. The area started off with a nice vibe, with tons of graffiti murals. We tried to go to popular art shop, named Christiana Art Gallery, but it was closed during what was reported to be business hours.
If you notice, in the top left of the last picture, there is an indication that this area is allowed to be photographed. Apparently this is part of the ruleset of the town.
Around the corner was a blue true. As soon as I raised my camera, some guy pacing the area made it clear that photos were not allowed of the blue tree. We walked around back and onto a hill with bleachers for a better view.
There were some falafel food vendors and people openly handling substances. I couldn't care less personally. We walked a back path into another opening, where people had stalls up, openly selling drugs. Again, don't care. I saw a cool mural and went over, making it clear, standing just a few feet from the wall, and directly facing the wall, that I had no interest in the people. One guy clearly was freaked anyway, and explained that there were no pictures allowed here, and didn't I clearly see the little drawing of a camera with a red "X" through it, that was in the completely opposite direction from the entrance I came through? Then he outright said, "We are selling illegal drugs man." I gestured that it was cool, no problem, and we went on our way. In the last section of vendors, they were just selling clothing including some Bob Marley shirts. I took a very wide angled photo(that I ended up finding boring). After I took the shots(which would show no clear detail of individual vendors), a woman yelled that I shouldn't just be taking pictures of people. I had zero people in my pictures. I had had enough of these nonPhishlike hippies, it was time to go.
As we walked out, we spotted an excellent garbage can and Green George af Thomas Dambo, one of the six trolls that have been put out around Copenhagen.
Just around the corner and down the block was the Church of their Savior. I explained to Miles that he was my effective security guard in angry hippy town. 1. People with kids are harmless, and 2. People are extremely unlikely to assault a parent, openly, in front of their children, in broad daylight.
The Church has a tower near its back that let's you climb the clock tower and then climb a spiral at the very top, which is surrounded by a gold rail. We made it to the rail, went the wrong way around, hit a dead end, and then hastily retreated back down. The amount of room was shockingly small, making it nearly impossible to navigate the other humans who seemed blissfully unaware just how close we all were to our doom.
We took the metro back to base camp, ate, and went in search of the Botanical garden located behind Rosenborg. Unfortunately, we made the mistake of following signs, and going along the east side. Then we went along the north side. Then we went along the west side. Everything was under construction and normal entrances blocked. By the time we entered the southwest corner entrance, we were barely within time to enter. Unfortunately, they were all boarded up anyway. I amused myself instead, by taking pictures of a goose and a tiny set of flowers that were alive. If you would like to complain to them directly for this grave injustice, and for the goose pictures that I am about to subject you to, feel free to email inga.thornval@snm.ku.dk, the head of buildings and operations, at the gardens.
Miles was tired, so I returned him to the hotel room and took a walk to the Kastellet just a few minutes northeast of us. Surrounded by a moat, this fort has a very nice upper grass path for views of the city and into the fort. The fort itself seemed to hold military administration buildings, though that is only my guess. Armed soldiers were at the bridge entrances. It was a very pleasant walk.
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