Spin me into the future Windmill!

Driven by a cheap travel ticket and boredom of Malmö, a few of us did the Öresund Runt.  Basically you get 2 days to travel the Öresund. We did it in one. 

Attempting to get people to travel together is always a bad idea, but amazingly enough everything went smoothly considering it required motivating several hungover students (especially Bree) to get out of bed before 10am on a Saturday.  

Helsingborg is a nice town.  It was sunny.  Although the Colombian guided beach walk was marred by relentless Scandinavian wind, the sea is nice. I assume that it is much more interesting in warm weather.  We did see a pretty crucial dude kayaking.  He didn't make it very far.

Sometimes I wish this lazy planet would hurry up and shift it's axis.  Its like the sun is slowing dying and you are forced to watch it wane into nothing. I'm willing to risk a retina burn rather than wear sunglasses.     

Drawn like moths to the flame, the North Americans just couldn't say no to a castle. Originally built to protect against the Danish, the castle now serves as a viewpoint to observe boats used to ferry cheap Danish beer across to Swedish shores.  A very symbiotic relationship.

 

After a short discussion and the realization that indecision would cause us to miss the Louisiana Modern Art Museum, Ondrej and I deserted everyone and sprinted to the ferry.  I thought we cut it close, but apparently the girls delayed their ferry by holding the doors open.  Hilarious.  It was a short ride and a nice break.  We were sent a postcard from heaven as we sailed to Denmark. 

  Louisiana, one of the few art galleries I've been to that allows photography, was in a really strange place.  I don't even remember the name of the Danish town where it is located.  It just seems like some bedroom neighborhood of Copenhagen that happens to have a world class art gallery.  The place was right on the sound, which made for a nice stroll around the sculpture gallery.  Apparently the wind doesn't blow in Denmark.  

We eventually met up with the girls in Copenhagen, where some other friends were already spending the weekend.  

After a long day of travel, several falafels and a session of heavy drinking with a group of Lithuanians, Ondrej had enough.  Despite his Czech upbringing, I have yet to see him give in to the urges of the socks/sandals combination.