Essen 2016

A tradition has been created

After another sleep-in (seem both me and my friend was much in need for sleep) we had a quiet brekkie at home.

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We then headed out for a walk and something I learnt all about while visiting Essen last year, Spaghetti Eise. It’s ice-cream with food names that taste totally fab. We eat it in a really beautiful area of Essen, so it’s not only the ice-cream we are after it’s the scenery as well.

This time around we followed the advise of my friends dad and visited a church in the area;

And as I have been in almost every church since my dad passed away, I lit a candle. The poor very much non religious dad must be turning in his grave, as it’s also churches of all different faiths. That’s what you get for dying! (note that I only lit one of them)

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After beautiful nature we stuck with being cultural and visited an art museum. The museum is free on Sundays, however it wasn’t appreciated that we walked in through the back door anyhow. I think that maybe they shouldn’t leave the doors open then…but that just me.

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As usual with museums there are nice paintings and then there are the weird paintings that make you question who decides what’s art and what’s not. One painting was just a canvas painted black (????).

They did have a pretty cool section on Asian posters, where I found these two. They make a very valid point;

After being all arty serious we stopped for dinner, and I must say that Essen provides a very wide selection of yum food to decent prices. I stopped counting the times where I’m sure that they must have missed something on my tab.

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After dinner it was already time to head to the airport, and of course my flight was delayed. At least my gate was located right next to the smoking lounge (dear Camel, any advertising money is more than welcome in my bank account) and I had a good book to read.

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Even with the delay we arrived in Copenhagen on time, still I missed my train with a couple of seconds only. Travel isn’t really for me, is it? At least it seem like the Swedish police have decided that scary refugees don’t arrive late Sunday night so we were spared the passport control on the Swedish side so the trip wasn’t to painful.

As much as I like travelling, it’s nice to not have any plans for doing more so in a while.

Peace out ma peeps.

Essen 2016

A perfect Saturday

Doesn’t happen often, however when they come along they need to be thoroughly enjoyed – the perfect Saturdays.
Sleeping in until ten before being whisked away by Racer…

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…to eat yummy breakfast with crazy fun company from all over the place. Three different languages where spoken over this beast of a meal;

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After breakfast it was time for shopping, the rain stopped for us and my favourite Essen store had 20% of their discounted prices. Might have another pair of shoes (50%) and a new sweater.

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Then we need a rest so went home and watched some football and played silly Facebook games until dinner time. Asian!

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I loved the rolls so much that I had to have two of them.
The evening then ended with an Irish pub…serving Kilkenny in Guinness glasses, oh dear!

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A perfect Saturday indeed.

Essen 2016

Ich bin eine Berliner

Sitting in the airport togheter with my trusted companion, waiting for my flight to Germany, not Berlin though.

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The train Gods where surprisingly kind to me today. Not only was the train that was due before mine late and rolled into the platform just as I arrived, the best neighbor on the planet was also there so I had company across the bridge.
There’s a crazy amount of people travelling today, however when travelling from Copenhagen Airport that’s fine, their security check is very efficient and smooth running and I was through in a few minutes.
I also managed to fall for the “we put this on the counter to get people to buy it” trick, accidentally buying a book while getting my snacks.

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It’s fine though, I can afford it and I’m already hooked. Maybe I can learn to be as happy as the Danes…