Leaving Denmark

A poster from the Smokefest. The Smokefest (Smukfest in Danish) was an outdoor music festival attended by all ages. No smoking was in evidence. The only tie-in to the name that I saw was one booth selling cigarettes (while there were three bars selling drinks). I never saw anyone at the cigarette booth.

A last word about Denmark. Everywhere "Best Before" has been, Ellen and I have been able to at least be polite in the local language (hello, please, thank you). Not so in Denmark. We didn't have a clue. Mostly because it wasn't necessary. Everyone spoke English. We just expected it and began every encounter  in English. As one Dane told me, "We are a small country. We can't expect others to learn our language."

The trip from Aarhus to Geneva was an adventure for me. Ellen flew with the company, going from Aarhus to Copenhagen to Geneva in a few hours. I took the train. It took 16 hours, counting an hour and a half stopover in Hamburg and an eight minute stop in Basel. The nice thing about train travel is that eight minutes is plenty of time to make a connection. At times through Germany the train cruised along at over 160 kilometers per hour.