Kristianatown, Copenhagen 6.13

Because we did everything last minute we didn’t get on the morning bike tour of Copenhagen we saw. Instead, we rented bikes from the hotel and did our own itinerary. Only problem was, like any other couple, we argued over which way to go and got lost. We headed out for Kristiantown but somehow circled around the city hall and monuments.
Never mind, we found a pretty church and I recorded the beautiful church bells blazing. How beautiful, we were right below the bell. Only problem was a hearse immediately drives out of the church with a bunch of parishioners following. Ugh, I recorded a funeral bell tolling. Run away quick.

We get back on our bikes and ride behind a barrier. David, stop I say—we aren’t supposed to be here, this is someone’s private property. No it isn’t he says. But we turn around and find the entrance to Kristianatown—the Hippie town my co-workers told me about. It’s a commune for people who like to smoke pot. “No photo’s” is plastered all over the place and the sweet smell of weed is rampant. I try not to stare but can’t help but look at the pot smokers. People actually live in these quaint shacks and I want to look around more but David befriends an old man who tells us to ride towards the stables and along the river so we do. Felt so free on a bike. Rode back to the hotel—we were riding for almost two hours. What a great self tour of Copenhagen.