Odense filled me with the same enthusiasm as Copenhagen. Great place to live just boring as shit to visit (same as Adelaide as I´ve come to learn). "What about the bars and clubs?" you say. Everywhere has bars and clubs, this isn´t new. Maybe it was just the continuly shite weather or the fact that the Hostel straddled the train tracks that was making my usual almost cheerful disposition less than almost. The main reason I was here was to visit the nearby Egeskov Castle. Though smaller than they make it look on the postcards it was almost worth the price of the admission if only because of the veteran car and motorbike museum.
Its hard not to say how much I liked about Hamburg without contradicting what I said about Denmark. It had the bars and clubs, but it also had graffiti on the walls and dog shit on the street. It had a buzz to it. And strange things happened. Among other things, I was in a net cafe near my hostel when i got a tap on the shoulder. Turn around there's a bloke I had met in Jordan 4 months earlier. Creepy. Turns out he had just flown in for the weekend to meet someone he met randomly in Poland. I could have just as easily been in Bergen. Other than catching up with random friends I checked out a few of the museums and churchs around town. Highlight was probably the History of Hamburg museum which had more model cityscapes, planes, boats and trains than a boy at heart could poke a stick at. I got lost looking around a harbour that seemed bigger than the rest of the city. I also found myself in the middle of a joke when two germans, two indians and an Australian went out until dawn on t...
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