On the way to find the meat packing district and a flow of schoolboy jokes and premature giggles suffocate the silence in the air. An unconscious wrong turn and the giggles are replaced by yelling and screaming. The Scallywags look at each other in fright and disbelief. Their best coping mechanism and go-to reaction being “ahaha shut the front door, what is going on!” The Suitcasers had swaggered in on a courtyard of drug addicts shooting up and losing their minds! They didn’t know what they were looking for when they were searching for the meat packing district, but the Scallywags were almost positive the bloke at the hostel reception wasn’t referring to what we just walked in on. I do however suspect that he had some idea about the place we ended up next.

Christiania. A hippie commune. No idea what the Scallywags were expecting here. Everything was half finished! It’s like La Paz, Bolivia where the government decided that those who were building or adding extensions to their homes didn’t have to pay as much tax. So of course, what did all the Bolivians do?

I don’t think Christiania is unfinished for quite the same reason. This place explained the other druggies we saw in the meat packing district. This explanation came in the form of a sign that said ‘Green Light District’. In this part of Copenhagen, it was forbidden to take photographs but was completely fine to buy marijuana from a market on the side of the pathway. Logic. It was a hippie commune though, so I suppose it makes sense.

The majority of humans hadn’t seen a pair of scissors or knew how to spell ‘hairdresser’, walking around trying to flog you their crap at the street market like it was a garage sale. Mark got caught up buying a wristband from one of the dreadlocks. He tried to haggle a price of 70kroner down to 50kroner. The dreadlock became offended and asked him why he thought her ‘art’ was only worth 50kroner. The kind hearted man he was (and the fact he was already pretty nervous about being in that dodgy part of town to begin with) meant he ended up paying the asking price. Meanwhile, I was sweating from my eye ducts with laughter.

I think the Scallywags and Copenhagen have got off on the wrong foot. After it apologised with it’s magnificant vista’s and architecture, Copenhagen introduced the Suitcasers to 19 hour long days where they are yet to see darkness and high twenty degree heat made better with ice cold tap water. Sleeping patterns are all over the place and the Suitcasers are finding it more difficult than they should to adjust. Couple of pelicans.

The Scallywags have loved Copenhagen. The people and the lifestyle is incredible. A mutual agreement has been made that the long hours of light in summer and long hours of dark in winter is unbearable. I’m sure it’s not difficult to get used to but we just feel like we’re constantly jet lagged. It’ll only get worse the further north we go!