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.
Lonely Planet suggested that Amasya is one of the prettiest towns in Turkey. Set in a mountain valley with a river running down the middle, I couldn't agree more. I'll let the pictures speak for themselves when I eventually post them. Once again the weather was perfect and it hadn't snowed here at all which was good because I had a lot of walking to do. It was a strange town. Mostly because it was one of the more modern towns I had come across, it almost had a cosmopolitan feel to it. But then there would be a horse and cart parked in the street. Most people spoke some English. They would come up to me (blond hair = foreigner), especially children and say hello, welcome, what is your name? where are you from? but that would be it as if that was as far as their grasp on the English language would go. This was excellent but as the conservation wasn't going to go any further (my Turkish matches their English) it made for a weird silence until one of us went on our way. I d...
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