Due to the combination of me being a super-nice guy, and me not having much to do, I have decided on starting a blog to share with you a few (hopefully helpful) thoughts on my life in Copenhagen as an Erasmus student.

The reason I started off without beating around the bush is that some of you may be wondering about the current title of the blog. Indeed, to call Copenhagen a hell of any sorts does seem somewhat derogatory and misleading. The matter of the fact is that Copenhagen is a wonderful, pretty and a bustling place. Whether you’re looking to do some sightseeing or to have fun in one of Copenhagen’s many clubs and pubs, the city has plenty to offer. They call it “Wonderful Copenhagen” and the city certainly delivers on the premise.

As for wireless access though, I personally find myself thrown back into the barbaric days of the yore where injustice rages and you still have to pay for internet access and oh my god you have to pay for internet access! Perhaps this culture shock is due to me coming from Tallinn, a city where free wireless is practically a basic human right.

Imagine then a spoiled e-brat arriving at Kastrup airport only to discover that 30 minutes of wireless time (barely enough to feed my chickens in FarmVille) costs 40 DKK. Imagine now the horror I felt upon realizing that I would have to spend three hours sitting perfectly still at an airport… without internet.

It should be said that the prices for wireless at the airport are not entirely unreasonable. The longer you surf the web, the cheaper the price, as an hour of online time will set you back 60 DKK and you’ll get four hours for 80. Still, being a student I knew better to keep my expenses low at the offset, seems as Copenhagen is exactly the kind of city where you might wanna keep a close eye on your budget. By comparison, everything costs pretty much exactly twice as much in Copenhagen as it does in Tallinn.

The reason for me having to spend three hours at the airport was that I was waiting for my roommate to come home from work and let me into the apartment. I was quite allright with this plan as my flight had been relatively painless with only mild turbulence and only one screaming child sitting right in front of me. And while buying some air time was out of the question, as was heading off to explore the city along with all my luggage, I decided to busy myself with watching “The Dark Knight”, ending up spending much more time at the airport than was necessary or reasonable. But you all know how sometimes you just can’t stop watching.


When I finally did manage to close my laptop (after finding out Harvey Dent’s ultimate fate, of course) I headed straight for my new home. Luckily it was only 4-5 stops away from the airport and the metro covered the distance fast. The public transport in Copenhagen is something to behold. The trains especially are fast and on time, and chances of being vomited on are generally low.

Personally I bought myself a “two zone clip card”, after spending thirty minutes trying to persuade the cold unfeeling ticket machine into cooperation.

The ticket machine, much like the Terminator, cannot be reasoned with.

When I finally did defeat the machine (with the help of another traveller) I found out that one two-zone clip card would cost me 135 DKK. You have to “clip” these cards at … uh, “clippers” before boarding the train. With a two-zone card you have to clip the ticket once if you intend on travelling between no more than two public transport zones (there are approximately eight zones in total), clip it twice for three zones, thrice for four zones etc. A timestamp will let you know that you have about an hour’s worth of credit. You can also switch between different modes of transport as you please.

I, having the great fortune of living relatively close to the city centre, have found my two-zone card quite useful. You can clip one of these cards ten times in total, so unless you travel between too many zones (and without resorting to the “we no speak americano” tactic in dealing with the ticket officers), it is indeed a reasonable thing to have.

But, if you really, really want to earn your wings and roll like a Dane, you absolutely must have the good old-fashioned green-limousine – that is to say, a bike.

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