Ever since I got my bike I’ve trying to do a little bit of exploring every day. Or rather, my explorations have taken me to two locations that I consider particularly noteworthy.

Sure, the city centre is full of generic cathedrals and churches, but I find myself more drawn to the odd sites, the ugly ducklings that are typically not to be found in tourist brochures.

The first place that struck me was, unsurprisingly, Christiania. Now, these days there’s nothing too special about visiting Christiania as most younger travellers coming to Copenhagen are usually quite aware of it’s existence. Nonetheless, cliché as the idea of visiting Christiania may seem, it does offer a much appreciated contrast to the utter Scandinavian cleanliness of Copenhagen City.

It’s not that I dislike cleanliness and order, quite on the contrary, but every now and then you want to catch a different, more alive vibe. Too much cleanliness can kill the vibe. Allow me to demonstrate – think of Helsinki in Finland and say the first adjective that comes to your mind. Chances are you said “clean” before lapsing into deep thought and into the futility of looking for other words. I mean, you’re not even reading this anymore, are you?

My first trip to Christiania was more of a probe than anything else, because as I wasn’t looking for anything specific I stayed there for a very brief time after semi-accidentally stumbling on it’s rear entrance. Now, for many travellers Christiania is famous for one thing, and one thing only – drugs. And while I will certainly not be using this blog to condole the purchase of marijuana (75 DDK per g, you’re welcome) I will say that due to the drug fame I did limit myself to taking only one photo at the place (of a mural depicting Nazi stormtroopers, butterflies and a naked chick).


This was in no way drawn by someone higher than a kite.

Later as I was riding back home, I stumbled upon the headquarters of the “Hell’s Angels MC” Danish chapter. I did manage to snap a photo of the place and live to tell the tale, seems as these days the Angels have abandoned the use of excessive violence, rocket-propelled grenades and the use of excessive violence using rocket-propelled grenades.

Not pictured: rocket-propelled grenades

Seems as my bicycle has so far sustained zero missile hits, I will be taking my beauty out for a ride in the Norrebro district soon. I will not be doing this willingly, seems as I have to visit the State Administration to apply for a living permit and my CPR (personal identification number). And while checking out the Norrebro ghetto will be cool, the same cannot be said for the Danish bureaucracy, the callous apparatus of which will force me to take many trips to various institutions before I can finally call myself a resident of Copenhagen. A word of warning is certainly in order for all Estonians intending to stay in Copenhagen, as all official affairs must be conducted using (and it pains me to say this) paper. That’s right, you can forget about limiting your dialogue with the State to simple online interactions. They want your face. So they can paper-cut it.

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