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the twentieth of november two thousand and ten.

ørestad, mid-december.

It has been four months since I left the shores of my beloved Copenhagen.

While I posted about my leaving, I did not post about the day that I thought was going to be my last day. The day that I spent running around like crazy, trying to capture as much as I could. Trying to bring every single part of København away with me…

It all started with the snow, knowing that it might just be the last time, for a while, that I experienced snow like that.

waiting for the metro.

Walking through familiar streets, streets that I had walked down countless of times over the months, to uni, to eat, to meet, to wander, to get lost… But I feel like I know these streets like the back of my hand now…

fiolstræde, nørregade, sankt peders stræde- some of my most frequented streets.

Bikes, bikes everywhere. Even though I did not ever ride, I will miss the seeming effortlessness of all the cyclists, cruising along, threatening to knock me over… But what would Copenhagen be without them?

københavn har mange cyckler.

I had meant to visit Konditori La Glace the entire time that I was in Copenhagen, but had never found the time to do so. So I rushed there on my last day, and ordered a slice of Efterårskage (or Autumn Cake), together with two serves of hot chocolate.

la glace, og min efterårskage.

The cake was fabulously rich in chocolate, as you can probably tell from the picture, but it was so lovely, just to sit there, inside away from the cold, and contemplating my last day…

And of course, once I was done, the chilly blue skies decided to come out to play, and even that low winter’s sun.


It’s blue skies and sun like that, that made me love winters in Copenhagen. Winter days like this were few, but still, definitely worth the wait.

'med lov skal man land bygge' (with law shall country be built)

The City Court of Copenhagen, situated along Nytorv, bears the above inscription, which is from the Preamble of The Law of Jutland, which actually means something to me, since I took Introduction to Danish Law!

More pandering along, and then it was time to start heading home, pack the last few things (not knowing yet that my flight was to be cancelled…!)

københavn hovedbanegård.

On the train, homeward bound.

like so many journeys home.

kalveboderne, going from sjælland to amager.

And then arriving at Ørestad to find this…

no trains again. dsb sucks.

Oh, the joys of trains, plus snow.

My final trek through Fields, to visit my one and only…

bilka onestop, onelove.

And a final goodbye to the actual place that I called home for five months.

mit hjem, signalhuset.

It was terribly sad to say goodbye, and even going through, reliving my last day in Copenhagen has made me a little teary. I still miss it, four months on. It’s a hard place to shake, but I don’t think that you could ever really understand that unless you have been there, lived there, and then had to leave.

A part of me will always call Copenhagen home, and I know that I will be back there one day.

København, jeg savner dig.



københavn har mange cykler.


I was well prepared for the crazy bike culture here in Copenhagen. But for those of you us who cannot ride a bike (much to their embarrassment when they see a small child zipping down the street), there are other, equally convenient…ish alternatives.

The public transport works around a system of zones. The standard fare to journey between 2 zones is 23kr, however it is much more common to buy a klippekort which significantly reduces the cost of travel. Even more common is the travel card, a monthly (or however long) card that allows you as much travel within the specified zones. The most important thing is to know just which zone you are coming from, and which zone you are heading to. Why? Because if you do not have the right number of zones on your ticket, you are hit with a huge 600 kr fine. This is why I love this zoning map.

regional/øresund toget, s-toget, lokalbanen.

The first public transport that I took when I arrived here in Copenhagen was the regional/Øresund, from the airport to my place at Ørestad. Having that train makes the airport so much closer, so that’s just awesome. These trains are generally for longer distances, between various towns and cities in Denmark, while the Øresund trains travel from Helsingør in the north of Sjælland down to København H, through the airport, over the Øresund Bridge, and then on to Malmø in Sweden and often further north to Lund, Göthenburg and other Swedish cities. For me though, I only really catch it when I’m at København H and need to get home, or the other way.

I hardly use the S-tog at all, as it doesn’t really serve my area. The only time I will usually catch it is on the first Sunday of the month, when it is free! So I have used it to travel to Frederisborg Slot in Hillerød, the Frilandsmuseet at Lyngby and then tomorrow I’ll be going to Dyrehaven in Klampenborg. Oh, and I use it to go to Fisketorvet at Dybbølsbro. :)

Lastly, the Lokalbanen. That particular one I took from Hillerød to Fredensborg to visit the palace there. Lokalbanen services the local lines in the north of Sjælland, much like how the S-tog is more for the Copenhagen area.

However, by far the most used and abused method of public transport for me is the Metro.

jeg tager metroen hver dag.

I take the Metro every day. It comes so often that I rarely have to think about what time to leave to get to some place. I usually just get to the station and wait. There are usually minimal troubles with it, and it runs 24/7. It’s fast, and gets me to the main places that I need to get to.

Of course there are also buses, and there is one that I sometimes catch from København H home, but that is only if I am in the mood to get some readings done on the bus. They are hardly as frequent as catching the Metro and so I tend to avoid it, as much as I would usually prefer a bus back home.

I definitely do not miss the crazy M2 traffic during peak hour, or waiting in the queue on Bathurst Street. I do not miss standing on a packed 620X on the way home, or watching the 3rd empty 642 pass me as I’m waiting in the ridiculously long line on Clarence Street. I do not miss having to make sure that I leave the house early to make my bus, because Hillsbus has a funny way of gauging the time. I do not miss the fact that sometimes buses just do not come at all, or being left on the side of the M2 while smoke billows from one of the bus’ wheels…

The public transport here in Copenhagen is great and could not even begin to compare with back home. I love it. We even have a harbour bus! :)