G- Travels: Arrival In Denmark
March 1st 2010 04:20
So my bags had been left in London, my sanity in Singapore, and my deodorant in Australia, but life went on and we literally waltzed through customs, (which was just a door saying customs) and out of the wooden Viking boat like structure that is the Copenhagen airport, and into beautiful Scandinavian summer!
Greetings from our camp staff were warm and affectionate, however I could only offer one of those feeble half attempts at a hug where you sort of stretch your neck out and curve your back as too make the least amount of body contact as possible whilst sort of patting the receivers back lightly with weak affection… I had been writhing in my own filth since Australia (2 days ago) and wasn’t keen to share my odor just yet.
Out of the relative hustle and bustle Niels and Bente whisked the 4 delegates and myself away to the Danish countryside where we glimpsed our first glimpses of Denmark. A shockingly green place it is, the local vegetation really makes the most of the short summers by spreading its long green arms to every corner of every street.... we were pleasantly surprised.
On arrival in Glenose and at our hosts house a beautiful wooden summer home, fully environmentally equipped (another pleasant surprise about the Danes) and forested with every imaginable fruit tree insight, we settled in to a weekend of Danish-ness before we would join the no mans land of our international peace camp.
As the sun set slowly in the west (for 3 hrs) spreading its long red rays across the vast Danish sky, we passed the remainder of the balmy evening posed like lazy tree wallabies in the branches of a massive overgrown cherry tree feasting on the delights of this delicious fruit...pretty sublime stuff.
The following day we set off as a group to discover our surrounds with Goodrun, our host sister, a wide pool blue eyed blonde typical chilled out Dane (with whom the boys in my group consequently fell in love with, of course), leading us to some grassy mounds of Viking or even pre Viking burial grounds. These tombs, just nestled amongst the rye fields and small villages like ant hills gave the most extremely strong feeling of ancientness and it was so nice to experience these graves as they lay, left alone for thousands of years, without massive fences or kiosks, like you’d find in Australia… a true Danish experience.
After our adventures we enjoyed fruit filled butterfly sunny garden of Eden siestas and then a game of local soccer which promptly turned into a keepy off type British bulldogs, pile on water fight with the Danes clearly questioning the our sanity and unique Australian interpretation of the game of soccer.
Yes living in a host family with 4 14 yr old Aussie kids was a ball, and hats off to Niels, Hans Bente and Goodrun who were incredibly understanding of the groups still fresh Australian habits namely loudness, sleeping all together in a nest of clothing and mattress on the floor and constantly laughing in historical fits so extreme they could only be matched by a group of comedic epileptics at a disco.
Anyway, the next day I left the group in good hands, Niels had plans to take them to Sweden for the day (just a short drive away over the sea), and headed for the school in Gladsaxe were we would spend the next month of our Danish world wide experience.
The Adventure had begun, and I was ready.
Tak
[G]
Greetings from our camp staff were warm and affectionate, however I could only offer one of those feeble half attempts at a hug where you sort of stretch your neck out and curve your back as too make the least amount of body contact as possible whilst sort of patting the receivers back lightly with weak affection… I had been writhing in my own filth since Australia (2 days ago) and wasn’t keen to share my odor just yet.
Out of the relative hustle and bustle Niels and Bente whisked the 4 delegates and myself away to the Danish countryside where we glimpsed our first glimpses of Denmark. A shockingly green place it is, the local vegetation really makes the most of the short summers by spreading its long green arms to every corner of every street.... we were pleasantly surprised.
On arrival in Glenose and at our hosts house a beautiful wooden summer home, fully environmentally equipped (another pleasant surprise about the Danes) and forested with every imaginable fruit tree insight, we settled in to a weekend of Danish-ness before we would join the no mans land of our international peace camp.
As the sun set slowly in the west (for 3 hrs) spreading its long red rays across the vast Danish sky, we passed the remainder of the balmy evening posed like lazy tree wallabies in the branches of a massive overgrown cherry tree feasting on the delights of this delicious fruit...pretty sublime stuff.
The following day we set off as a group to discover our surrounds with Goodrun, our host sister, a wide pool blue eyed blonde typical chilled out Dane (with whom the boys in my group consequently fell in love with, of course), leading us to some grassy mounds of Viking or even pre Viking burial grounds. These tombs, just nestled amongst the rye fields and small villages like ant hills gave the most extremely strong feeling of ancientness and it was so nice to experience these graves as they lay, left alone for thousands of years, without massive fences or kiosks, like you’d find in Australia… a true Danish experience.
After our adventures we enjoyed fruit filled butterfly sunny garden of Eden siestas and then a game of local soccer which promptly turned into a keepy off type British bulldogs, pile on water fight with the Danes clearly questioning the our sanity and unique Australian interpretation of the game of soccer.
Yes living in a host family with 4 14 yr old Aussie kids was a ball, and hats off to Niels, Hans Bente and Goodrun who were incredibly understanding of the groups still fresh Australian habits namely loudness, sleeping all together in a nest of clothing and mattress on the floor and constantly laughing in historical fits so extreme they could only be matched by a group of comedic epileptics at a disco.
Anyway, the next day I left the group in good hands, Niels had plans to take them to Sweden for the day (just a short drive away over the sea), and headed for the school in Gladsaxe were we would spend the next month of our Danish world wide experience.
The Adventure had begun, and I was ready.
Tak
[G]
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