We are now in Gothenburg/Gotteburg, Sweden, having spent the last few days in Copenhagen, Denmark.

I loved Copenhagen, like really loved it. The people were pleasant and helpful, and I especially liked the layout of the city, heavily leaning towards bikes, scooters, and pedestrians. Again, I traversed a city using a mix of different electric vehicles.

And there is also Christiania; a small land taken over by stoner culture, and its all the better for it. Stalls sell smoking equipment, and down Pusher Street you’ll be harangued by tracksuit-wearing yoots who will…Well, who will try and push their weed or hash on you. There are bars and a concert stand, and I’ll always return here every time I can. Apparently weekends are the best time to visit Christiania.

I always find the Danish nice. Right up with the Belgians. And a lot nicer than the French! *glares at French girl*

I found one such nice Danish man sitting on a bench as I was directing trucks the wrong way down a one way street.

I was actually throwing my empty coke can in a bin when he stopped me, speaking in Danish. I didn’t need an app to tell me he wanted my can. I gave it to him, sat down on the bench, and talked rock n roll. He’d seen such bands as the Rolling Stones and Led Zeppelin over the years and he was very passionate about rock n roll music, yet he was sat simply in a flat cap, one hand holding his bicycle upright and the other clutching my disposed of can as I told him of the Jimi Hendrix statue in Freshwater, back home.

He laughed when I remembered I was supposed to be working and jumped up off the bench.

I wonder if I’ll ever be an old man on a bench telling my stories.