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I hope you’re fond of pickled herring, dear reader.
Founded as a fishing village in the 10th century, Copenhagen became the capital of Denmark-Norway in the early 15th century.
Despite their Viking-raiding heritage; I determined
the Danes were
easy to get along with – plus they all seemed to speak English – and although
their city was extremely clean, I personally felt it to be too cold and sterile
for my taste. Winter there was a bitch;
apparently prompting numerous suicides.
The Copenhagen Airport, Kastrup lies on the southeast edge of the Amager Island, alongside the Øresund Strait, hence the airport is surrounded on three sides by water.
It also has three runways, two of
which are parallel (040°/220° magnetic, NE/SW) allowing water approaches and
departures for noise-abatement purposes. 
Normally they’d parked us at Gate 34, on
the north apron, allowing a quick egress from the airport. Plus being located merely five miles from the
city’s center, made it a short bus-ride to the hotel, which was a blessing for
a worn-out crew that had been hopscotching about Europe for the past week.
As for the cuisine, in addition to the pickled herring always being shoved at me, there was the national Danish dish of Apple Pork – heavy and greasy.
Along with Danish rye bread smeared with “Leverpostej”.
I read that the Danes eat 18 to
20 million tons of “Leverpostej” per year!
It’s a paste made from pork liver, onions and LARD.
Heart attack here I come!
One of the annual big events is the Copenhagen Carnival held in May, over a three-day weekend, which includes 120 bands, 2,000 dancers and 100,000 participating spectators.
On Saturday
they have the Carnival Parade, imitating the parades of Brazil with steel-pan
and samba music, along the pedestrian
street Strøget. The participants in the parade
are dancing up a storm, with beautiful, young, blond Danish women wearing the
barest of bras and G-strings in imitation of their Brazilian sisters.
Who says the Danes are weird?
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