
Risteily M/S Kristina Reginalla:
Helsinki - Visby - Kööpenhamina - Lerwick - Torshavn - Seydisfjördur - Akureyri - Isafjördur- Reykjavik
http://www.kristinacruises.com/
26.6.2007 Kööpenhamina
Aamulla pilvet ovat peittäneet auringon, Malmön silta jää taakse. Tuulivoimalat pitävät ujeltavaa ääntä. Vapaudun jälleen
Jos Visby oli rauhallisuutta ja hiljaisuutta, niin Kööpenhamina on kiirettä ja
Kiipeän 400 askelmaa Vor
Livahdan Christianiaan pientä vehreää polkua pitkin. Christiania on pilveä, vallattuja taloja, musiikkia, graffitia, psykedeeliä, vapautta ja kirkkaita värejä. Pusher streetillä partioivat poliisit ja olo on
vapaita ja suvaitsevaisia, mutta kukaan ei kävele punaisia päin. Alkaa sataa ja pakenen sadetta pieneen
Täälläkin haluaisin viettää enemmän aikaa. Kaipaisin paljon
Aurinko paistaa kannella kun matkaamme Tanskan salmea kohti ukkosmyrskyä. Tummat pilvet nielaisevat Helsingörin linnan ja pimeys saapuu. Kattegatin yö on musta, isot tankkerit valuvat myrskyn
äänettömästi. Baarissa on hiljaista ja juttelen henkilökunnan kanssa. Lähden nukkumaan salamoiden välkkyessä jossain horisontissa. Kevyt sade kastelee paidan.
Huomiseksi on luvattu myrskyisiä tuulia Pohjanmerelle.
English translation...
The cloud front has veiled the sun and a bridge from Malmö is leaving behind. The wind turbines cause howling sound. I'm set free in Copenhagen harbour and my spirit is filled with expectation. Little Mermaid is sitting woeful on her rock.
If Visby was silence and harmony, Copenhagen is haste and crowd. Copenhagen is castles, churches and canals. Most of all Copenhagen is bicycles. Nyhavn is full of boats and terraces and bright different colored houses.
I climb 400 steps to Vor Frelser Kirken's tower, and take the last steps in spiral staircase outside the tower by holding tightly on thin rail. The view is rewarding me, the whole town is spreading out just for me and I have my head in the clouds.
I sneak into Christiania through the verdant path. Christiania is cloud, squat houses, music, graffiti, psychedelia, freedom and brilliant colors. On the Pusher Street cops are patrolling and I feel safe, but slightly excited.. I feel the adrenalin inside of me. Dogs are kept free out of leashes, people are leaning on open doorways and blowing smoke into air. Music is blasting in squat houses, reggae, rock and psychedelic hum. Some people are cleaning the area and carrying things, here life and people are compact community. Behind the sales desks people are trying to earn money by selling hash pipes, jewelry, colourful clothes, reggae music and anything possible. I support the community with 40 crowns and buy a bracelet. When leaving the area the sign is telling that you are now entering back to European Union. Here EU or even society doesn't exist. When I go out from the gate, everything is grey.
Copenhagen is Tivoli and a shopping street full of people. Beer can be drunk freely, takeaway signs are bordering the terraces. People here are free and liberal but no-one jaywalks. It's starting to rain and I escape inside tiny and smoky pub. Old beards are leaning on their pipes and sipping Tuborg or whisky. I take also one Tuborg and enjoy the athmosphere. The sun is drying the streets after the rain, I return to the harbour and with last meters left I still have time to buy pØlsen, a danish hot dog.
Here I would also like to spend more time. I desire the Copenhagen night, seaside terraces of the harbor and all the lights in the night, that I never got to see. The laid back life that danish people use to have. And next time I'll have a bike! A real good old bike which will get me fast and conveniently wherever I want.
The sun is shining on the deck as we travel along the Öresund strait towards the thunder storm. Dark clouds are about to engulf the Helsingör castle and darkness falls. Kattegat's night is black, huge tankers are flowing towards the storm's edge and at night brightly lit cruise ships pass us silently. There's quiet in the bar and I chat with the crew. I go to sleeping as the flashes of lightning are silently shining somewhere in the far horizon. Soft rain is slowly soaking my shirt..
The forecast of the tomorrow promises stormy winds to the North Sea...
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