Copenhagen PD response time - 20 minutes

There really wasn't too much going on in Copenhagen, until later that is.

We got on the bus in Sweden and headed to Denmark. Of course, no passport checks or anything like that. It's real easy to move around here without being watched too carefully. We got in - paid, and went to go find a few caches.

During our travels, we walked though Christiania. It is what Copenhagen used to be called. About 30 years ago a bunch of hippies broke away from Copenhagen and formed the free city of Christiania. It's basically a drug culture that never grew up. It expanded. The city doesn't do anything to them and they live in these decrepid houses and buildings. It's pretty nasty but it was cool to see.Apparently, if you're a run away, they'll take you in there and let you live. Who knows what you have to do but I guess it's better than being totally on the street. We couldn't take any pictures - for obvious reasons, I mean if I was doing some illegal shit, I wouldn't want anyone taking pictures of me either.

We went back to the bed and breakfast, that's right no hostel. We took a nap. I got up to wash up and headed to the bathroom and someone is in there. I come back a few minutes later and they're still there but I wait so I can go right in. The door open and I head for it and TWO chicks come out of there. It's not like it is a communal shower and maybe one was doing stuff in the mirror while the other was in the shower but nevertheless, two chicks come out of the bathroom together in their towels.

When I got in there, the mirror was fogged so there could have only been one thing going on and that's my story.
So we're not sure what we want to do because Copenhagen is pretty expensive, so we go to the 7-11 and I get a beer and she gets a some Smirnoff shit and we head down to the square to people watch. It's usually pretty humorous and cheap but this beer and Smirnoff shit cost almost 10 bucks. That's at 7-11.

So I figured it all out. Indian people move to Denmark or Norway and own the 7-11s there. They make a ton of dough, then come to NY, buy a 7-11 and move to Hicksville. It's brilliant.

So were watching this young street performer work up a crowd. He draws a big semi circle and gets people to stand on the edge, leaving enough space for him to perform and for it to look like there's a fairly large crowd. Pretty smart because it's working and more and more people come over. He's spinning these diablo things into the air and catching them on a string thing - doing tricks and talking to the crowd. This drunk guy starts yelling from one of the streets and of course, what's the crazy bastard speaking: French. The performer asks him to be quiet because it's his show and the drunk gets pissed and starts walking towards him. The guy starts walking away fast to avoid the drunk but the drunk continues to pursue. Can there really be a winner if they're both Europeans?

The drunk then goes over and kicks the performers speaker - the performer is yelling for people to call the police. I'm yelling about the Bastille. Now, he's got the biggest crowd he's ever had.

More and more people are coming over and watching - totally amazed. I'm like shit, this used to happen once a week when I would take the subway into Manhattan. So Jess and I are sitting there having a good time - more amazed that the people are so amazed. The drunk heads toward the guy again and people start coming out of the crowd to help him. One big guy tackles the drunk and calls the police. He's got the drunk pinned to the floor and the crowd is starting to dissipate slowly.

The police arrive, a leisurely 20 minutes later, handuff the drunk and get him on the back of the car. Then another two vans of police show up - at least 10 officers for one drunk - just in case. The people are still amazed. Our school must have had at least 20 kids arrested this year and these people are standing around like this shit never happens.

Oh yeah, we're in Denmark.

We headed back and ate at the House of Schwarma - YES! more falafel and shit! Ok, I got a kebab but it was a little expensive - but worth it. Tasty beef and onions on the grill. Jess got falafel and liked it better than the one in Paris. So if you ever go to Copenhagen, we suggest some overpriced drinks, sit in the square and then head to the House of Schwarma for a night you'll never forget.