Tag Archive: Christmas


Dan-före-dan-före-dopparedan!

This is how you make glogg – take two packs of glogg, and one pack of glogg mix. Have a beer for encouragement. Throw all of the above in a pot and max out the heat. Have another beer. Forget about the glogg and enjoy life.

 

Christmas for me was rather traditional this year. At first, we gathered at my place for some beer, glogg and some hyggelig holiday appreciation. Then we had dinner and after that everybody went home without incident. At least that’s what Christmas would’ve been like if any of the above was true.

 

In reality, the Erasmus delegation ended up visiting the Christmas dinner at Christiania’s Grey Hall. Every year the Christianites organize a free dinner on Christmas eve and everybody who wants to join the festivities is free to do so. Indeed, it looked like everybody had joined as the place was rather crowded. We didn’t mind though, as the line moved quickly and it took us only five minutes to get a “homeless meal” – potatoes, meat and a salad-like creature. It tasted like Christmas and tears.

 

In all seriousness though, the food was nice and surely appreciated by all the hungry students. The atmosphere was that of joy and the Grey Hall itself had been decorated to look like a scene from Hitchcock’s “Birds”:

Move slowly. Move very slowly.

 

Of course, it wouldn’t have been a true Christiania Christmas without the thick and omnipresent smell of weed. Pretty soon we started losing members of our party to the few open drug stalls and after just an hour and a half we decided to retreat to the comfort of the Norrebro apartment, for we were sure nothing irresponsible could happen there.

 

Thirty minutes into our arrival, the music was booming and the beer was flowing. The Christmas dinner quickly turned into a rave and soon enough the apartment smelled like Christiania. That is, it smelled like duck, glogg and weed. For obvious reasons, Santa never came.

 

Christmas is all about spending some quality time with your friends. Or family, if you really insist. But technically the ways of spending that time and the quality thereof has never been specified, so I’m forced to assume partying till dawn and watching “Die Hard” with a hangover is a lovely way to celebrate the holiday.

 

A lot of other things have transpired since I last updated this blog but going into the details of these things would take too long. Most notably perhaps, I finished all my essays and passed the Danish culture course. At a pompous ceremony not unlike the 1st of September at Hogwarts, we were all given certificates for succeeding in attending 80% of all the lectures and excursions, making this the most easily attainable accolade ever.

 

“12 POINTS FOR... ah nevermind, everybody fails.”

 

 

P.S. Today is New Years Eve. I hope I will not be hit by rockets. It is a very, very real concern.

 

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Riders On The Storm

The cool thing about Copenhagen is that there’s always something happening. On Thursday I was having coffee with a couple of friends at the old Amager campus canteen when we learned that the Nordisk Cafe in one of the buildings is hosting a Julefrokost, a hyggeling Christmas gathering with glogg and gingerbread. Eager to get in on the Danish celebrations, we made our way to the cafe.

 

It turned out to be a great call, as the cafe oozed coziness. Before long we had already made a new friend and were engaged in a fun, yet viciously competitive paper star folding contest. Unable to follow the instructions I instead made a paper worm. “Man you’re stupid!” Thomas said, clearly underestimating the genius of my creation. But to everyone’s dismay, I won second place with something that was not a star by any definition. As a prize I got a book (in Danish, of course) about the Balkans. Interesting stuff.

 

In other news, Copenhagen currently looks like this:

 

While I don’t hate snow, it is making cycling more perilous and I suspect it won’t be long before I crash my green beauty. Thankfully I’ll be going to Spain in a few days time for a quick vacation in Seville. The round trip will cost me 1700 DKK, which is reasonable. If you’re willing to do the trip with multiple bookings, you could do it cheaper still.

 

I reckon the warmer climate of southern Spain and the chance to stay with a good friend will do me good. Hopefully I’ll also be able to sift through the chaotic fieldwork material I have thus far gathered for my thesis. I will have seven days there and seems as my rapidly diminishing funds have eliminated the possibility of a road-trip to Gibraltar, I’ll have more time to focus on my work.

 

Today’s gonna be busy too as I have to pay a visit to my department and see what’s the soonest I can return to Estonia, seems as staying in Copenhagen after the New Year’s is financially not feasible. I will also have to pay a visit to my old arc nemesis, the State Department soon, as I am required to notify them when I leave Copenhagen – in person, as is customary here. Last but not least, I have to ride all the way to the Amager campus to look for my lost leather gloves. The ones I have now will in no way keep my hands from turning into icicles if I expect to carry up cycling in the cold season.

 

If there’s one thing that I can feel good about, it’s the fact that even with the current winds and temperatures I’m still staying true to my bike, while so many have sought the refuge of the Metro system. Bike power!

 

J-Day

The Danes love beer and the Danes love Christmas. And Tuborg really, really loves Christmas.

 

Last night Copenhagen was celebrating J-Dag, a day marking the beginning of the Christmas season. As anyone who’s ever watched television knows, this is what a Christmas season launch typically looks like, at least as the Coca-Cola Company would have us believe:

In reality, the trucks never came. THE TRUCKS. NEVER. CAME.

 

In Denmark, the celebration looks similar. Except that instead of Coke you have beer and instead of Santa, the trucks are full of hot chicks in elf costumes handing out free beer and Christmas hats. I swear I am not making this up:

 

It's what Jesus would've wanted.

We were waiting for the trucks (some may call it “ambushing”) at the Mexibar on Elmegade. Now, normally the Danes have a reputation for being rubbish at making cocktails, but Mexibar is a wonderful exception. “No homo,” said Thomas as he placed an order for a San Francisco and I too was OK with looking gay as I sipped on my delicious strawberry Daiquiri. But the real magic didn’t start until suddenly the bar erupted with cheers as the foxy Tuborg elves entered, handing out free beers left and right. Their job done, the girls retreated to the Christmas truck and amid wild displays of appreciation, drove off to grace other bars. We promptly gave chase and finally caught up with the Tuborg truck near the King’s Garden. After pursuing it on foot for a while (with a gross disregard for our personal safety) the truck surrendered and pulled over, and we finally got the pictures we were after.

 

All in all, if this is the Danish idea of a “warm-up”, I can’t wait to see what Christmas is going to be like. My money’s on strippers and Christmas trees made of beer.

 

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