In continuation with Weekend in Copenhagen: Part 1/2
I woke up to sunlight streaming through my window. It was going to be a warm day, and that realisation made me happy. I changed into publicly-acceptable clothing, brushed my teeth, and went down to the second floor of Wakeup Copenhagen hotel for breakfast.
The breakfast spread was more sparse than the one I have it in my apartment on weekends. There were 4 different kinds of bread, slices of ham and pate, muesli, cornflakes, boiled eggs, sliced cucumber, orange and pepper, yogurt, butter and nutella. Coffee machine was malfunctioning but at least there was packaged orange juice. I took a deep breath, made a mental note to never book a hotel like this one again, and went on to nibble on a piece of bread.
I checked out at 11, and went to meet the girls at Tivoli Hotel. As one of the girls did not have a luggage bag, I kept my luggage with theirs in Tivoli’s storing facility. We then went up to check out the pool on 12th floor, which was stunning, and then left the hotel to get on with our day.
Although all of us had slept well, there was an obvious decrease in energy compared to the day before. We unanimously decided to wait for the bus for 9 minutes instead of walking to the next station. At least one of us was always on a lookout for a place to sit (did you know that bus and metro stations in Copenhagen do not have seating?). Conversations were sparse. Thankfully, we had covered most of what was on out to-do list the day before and had a relatively relaxed day ahead.
Vor Frelsers Kirke
First stop for the day was at Church of Our Saviour. It’s hard to miss this 17th-century establishment and its 95m-high spiral tower. One can reach the top go the gold dome through 400-step head-spinning ascent; the last 150 steps run along the outside rim of the tower, narrowing to the point where they literally disappear at the top. There was a queue outside for the tour, and I have acrophobia, so was more than happy to move along to our next stop – Christiana.
A few steps ahead of the church is a pathway to Freetown Christiana. It is a commune of about 850 to 1,000 residents and has been a source of controversy due to its cannabis trade and tension with the Danish government. We walked into a world that was very different from what we had seen in the last 24 hours. Where Copenhagen is clean, orderly, preserved and beautiful, Christiana is colourful, wild and free. Every wall is adorned with graffiti, and there is a managed chaos. There are art galleries, handcrafted fashion, skate board arena, people riding horses as casually as others do bicycle, and some very interesting jewellery stalls. I bought a brass ring and earrings, and I will show them later on Instagram. There are stations to buy weed as well, if you fancy any. Part of the town is open for subtle photography and the rest follows a no-picture protocol.
Of all the places that I had been to in Copenhagen, I like Christiana the best. It had a freeing vibe, and the splash of colours was immensely inspirational. I can imagine myself retreating into one of the wooden houses to pen my first romance novel. It just had that kind of feel and warmth to it.
As I mentioned, we were tired. So, after walking through Christiana, we had reached the end of our energy reserve and decided to head to Torvehallerne Copenhagen – an urban, covered marketplace featuring stalls with local produce, gourmet foods, beverages & desserts.
This was also a food hall but not like Tivoli. To begin with, it was thrice the size and also had lifestyle items as well as fresh produce for sale . I even saw fresh peas in pods! Another distinction was that Tivoli was focused on proper meals whereas Torvehallerne was more about quick bites, street food, coffee, cakes and ice cream. We parked ourselves at the first available table, and took turns in getting food. I had fries sprinkled rosemary from Un Mercato, salmon and cod patty from Boutique Fisk, and dark chocolate and hazelnut ice cream from IS À BELLA. Others had pizza from Gorm’s, Kimchi sandwich from Bingo, and Tapas platter from Tapa Del Toro.
We stayed at the same outdoor table in Torvehallerne for approximately 90 minutes. Then, we took our ice creams and went across the road to soak in more sun at Legepladsen på Israels Plads – a playground with ascending stairs that made up as seating places.
Soon it was time to head to the airport, so we got on our way. It was pretty uneventful from there on. Picked our bags, got on to the train, went through security, arrived at the gate (all in 15 minutes), and flew back home.