Now everybody in the club gettin' fisk(y)

Hej!

I've got a couple of days to cover, and my memory is a little hazy from the events of Friday evening so I'll give my best account.

Katie Glasgow (a.k.a Gillard) arrived on Friday morning.  I met her at the airport with an aptly penned sign.

Following this we took off for Stroget (i.e the longest pedestrian shopping precinct in Europe) where it just-so-happened that Zara was on sale. I must have blacked out because when I came to I had the most amazing summer trench that you've ever seen. Only $60 AUD (Matt that is remarkable, in case you're wondering).  

We then hit this restaurant called 'Cafe Norden' where we ordered Broccolisalat m/ grillet kylling, nodder og blomme. Serveret m/ gedeost pa ristet brod og karamelliserede aebler (Broccoli Salad w / grilled chicken, nuts and plum. Served w / goat cheese toasted bread and caramelized apples.) It was unbelievable. At this point it was the best thing I've eaten here. You will find that I reach this point several times throughout the course of the weekend, but here is a glimpse.

We then head back to Tietgen (my place) and proceed to nap before the evenings events. Our fellow college pals were hosting a party downstairs with a cash bar, DJ and it was 'nautical theme'. This is the point that the title of my blog comes into play. We met my kitchen mates at around 8pm for a bit of 'pre-gaming'. They were drinking snake bites, which I believe are Australian. This was the topic of debate for the rest of the night, and even now I'm sure if it were danish it would not be called 'snake bite'. Case and point. Katie and I stuck to our modest vodka, lime and soda. The kitchen crew were hilarious, they told us that it was the Danes who designed our beloved Sydney Opera House (a fact I have since Googled and can concur) but even though we were unsure of its accuracy we thanked them, then pointed out that we brought them the 'snake bite' and for that they should be grateful. They thanked us and we proceeded to banter in a similar fashion for the hours that proceeded, quick picture break:

So now it was midnight and we were all suitably intoxicated and decided to head down to the party. As we were leaving Katrine (fellow kitchen mate) pulled out this bottle.

"The Original Fisk - Fisherman's Original." In Denmark, it's simply referred to as "Fisk" or "Fishermans". The liquor is a strong menthol-like vodka served very cold in small shots, or swigged straight from the bottle. It tastes like listerine with a hint of aniseed, it really opens your air passages right up (which was great, given I was still sick). Katrine announced that it was custom in Denmark to take this with you, and the rule was that nobody could leave until the bottle was empty. She handed it to Katie and I to take the first swig. I really liked it, it was refreshing and shocking at the same time. This bottle followed us around all night, it was constantly waved in our faces by the Danes who would scream 'chug!' -- and we did. Boy did we chug. I don't have any photos from this point on, I had no interest in taking photos because all I wanted to do was DANCE. So we danced, Katie and I pulled out some old-school moves from back in the day. They danced, we danced it was all going so well and then the Fisk was empty. Success! We could now go home. As we left the party Katie (now the drunkest woman in Denmark) wanted to know if we were catching a cab home and how many Kroner thingys it would cost because she had almost run out. "No Katie. We will just take the lift". "What?". Exactly. The best part about a college party is that it's at college, where you live.






Next morning came (far too quickly) and if I wasn't sick before I certainly was now. Goooooooo. But we collected ourselves and as the day was amazing we decided to head down to Freetown Christiania which is a self-proclaimed autonomous region of Copenhagen (or commune). From what I've learned they don't conform to Danish law, I am not sure if they are completely exempt but it's certainly very different. I do not have any photos as the residents prohibit cameras, and I don't know if I can tell you what I saw. I'll just give you a *hintedy hint hint*. There were markets, and you could buy all sorts of things. I bought a few Christiania bracelets as gifts, and a pair of mountain boots which are kind of woven hippy looking things. In addition to this, they had all of these stalls out in the open where they appeared to be trading some sort of green vegetable that smelt really bad, but was making people very happy. Katie and I decided that we would take leave and go and eat some lunch (Don't worry Mum, we didn't buy any of the green vegetable).

Katie had heard that it was only a short train ride to Sweden from Copenhagen so we thought it might be cool to check out another country for a night. We decided on Malmo because Google told us that it had the best restaurants. So we took off on our little international adventure, and crossed the border to Sweden.

Very glad that we did.  We ate at a steakhouse, we had the customary post-booze meal steak and chips. The city centre was amazing, there were so many people about and places to eat.  

After dinner we went for a walk and stopped at a place called 'Bastard' which was a quaint kind of 'hole in the wall' that had one of the best fit-outs I've seen. It was here that I had the next 'best meal I've ever eaten', which was actually a desert. It was Baba med flader, hallon & gradde which is kind of like a soaked friand with elderberry, rasberry and cream. Wowsers.

Then it was nap time. Home.

Now it's Sunday and we set off for Tivoli Gardens, which is a hybrid of amusement park, garden, festival and wonderland. If we were kids we would have (as Katie put it) 'Pooed our pants' it was so good.  

On the way we came across these break dancers in the street, they were hilarious and really quite good... check it!

Here are a couple of snaps from Tivoli which will tell the story better than my lengthy text - also I've kind of lost interest and I want to go and make tea...

The best part about Tivoli was I got to eat the best meal I ever had...

It may just look like a sausage, and for the most part it is. Irrespective, it was like nothing else. There was this sauce, I don't know what it is but it's kind of spicy with carrot in it. Only cost 45kr and I will go back to Tivoli for this reason alone.

And that concludes today's bloggity. Until next time something cool happens...

xoxo Kri.