Today we ventured a little further afield, covering Christianshavn, and almost making it to where all the ships are (past the Opera) after gallivanting about in Christiania. (Tomorrow we’ll cover that end, along with the Søfortet (Trekoner), when we do the boats. That or we’ll leave it for Wednesday and spend the day at the Carlsberg brewery instead. Who knows? We’re on vacation, damnit, enough with the itinerizing.)
Despite its woobliness, this is probably my favourite picture of the day (taken by The Boy) because it was the reflection under a tunnel from about 20-30 feet away. We’re not sure what purpose exactly these sets of stairs served (there was an opening on the side which let in the tidal waters) but they made for a nifty picture.
Confusing staircases aside, I was happy to be traipsing through the (somewhat deserted) streets of dockside Christianshavn because I got to relate it to all the places mentioned in Smilla’s Sense of Snow, but apparently that just makes me a big nerd. (Having said that, though, I am glad that I read the book by happy coincidence before coming here. It gave me a nice sense of feel for the country.) It was definitely a different side of Copenhagen to see, and definitely worth the hike across the bridge if only for the phenomenal views atop the pants-peeingly high (and exposed, holy external stairs Batman) turret of Von Frelsers Kirke. What makes it more fun is that even though it’s well-covered in my much-post-it-ed guidebook, I had somehow completely forgotten about this turret, so we headed towards it quite by accident. (The Boy points out indignantly that it was not “by accident”; he’d spied the turrent from afar, and had been heading toward it quite on purpose. What I meant when I’d written that of course was that it wasn’t like I’d read about it in the guide (even though I had) and planned to visit it that day. Sheesh.)
Seeing as it was only about $5 per person to clamber up to the top (that’s right, all the way up to that golden ball!) for what promised to be the best view of the town thus far (and for way less than the ferris wheel type “tour” near the hotel) we headed on up. Definitely worth the work, not sure if I’d recommend wearing a skirt though; it gets pretty breezy up near the top.
Not satisfied, apparently, with our one ass-kicking tower of the day, we headed up the Rundetaarn on our way home. The view was not as spectacular (nor was it as scary to get up there) but there were fun exhibits on the way up (e.g. The Tower Privy, some stuffs relating to the astronomical role the tower had played in the 1600-1700s) and the church itself (actually open this time) was very beautiful.
After all the walking and stair-climbing (in addition to our normal daily trek up many flights to get to our top-floor room in the hotel), we’re considering a chill evening at the (movie) theatre. This, of course, depends on whether or not we can find a movie playing in English. (My solution was to watch GI Joe, since I figure that no matter what language it’s playing in, we’ll still be able to follow the story…) As yet, no decision has been made. Mystery!