As I sat at the bar and listened closely to the pre-recorded music playing softly in the background, I recognised the tune instantly. It was Two Little Boys” made famous by Rolf Harris, except this version was in Danish.
Having arrived from Reykjavik an hour or so earlier, I was sitting quietly by myself, enjoying a beer at what I’ve previously described as possibly the best bar in the whole world. The reason I like it so much is that it has “character”. Located straight across the road from the main Copenhagen train station, the bar is decorated with lots of colourful memorabilia.
The crowd is colourful too. The last time I visited was also a Sunday. On that occasion, a Sunday afternoon, Sue and I witnessed some very drunk patrons, and the way in which the bar manager dealt swiftly and decisively with some illicit drug-taking. This time around, the crowd was a little more sedate. Like me, they were there mostly to enjoy the music.
“Two Little Boys” was playing during a break by the main musical attraction of the night. Seated at the far end of the bar, an older man (probably in his 70s) was playing old-time favourites on a keyboard. Occasionally, someone from the audience would get up and sing along to tunes like “Strangers In The Night”, “Volare” and others. I can’t be sure if it was karaoke or if they were regulars, but deep inside I also wanted to get up and sing along too.
With just thirty-six hours in Copenhagen, and having experienced an awful lot over the last few weeks, I thought it was time for a bit of simple relaxation. You’ve got to do that when you travel, particularly if you travel to explore new things, and not just sit on the beach. You’ve got to set aside a day here and there for just sitting on the couch and doing nothing much at all. And that’s how I’ve spent most of my time here.
Other highlights of my time here have been a visit to the swimming pool (just around the corner) and to a nearby Chinese restaurant. One of the great things I love about Sydney (which I haven’t experienced much in Europe) is our access to Asian cuisine. It’s one of the things I miss when I travel. So when I realised the area I was staying in had an abudance of Asian restaurants, I decided to try my luck with some fried dumplings and some BBQ pork. Unfortunately, the food was pretty average, but I did have a nice chat with the owner of the restaurant. When I responded with a “xie xie”, he smiled and asked where I was from. I don’t think it’s a phrase he hears often from “Western” customers. He told me he was from Western China, not far from the border with Vietnam, and that he had been living in Denmark for thirty years.
I’m heading back to Stockholm tomorrow for a few days, which will be fun, and next Monday I’m heading to Turkey. Can’t wait.
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Try this out – a nice spot for locals AND visitors!
Lucky you, heading for Turkey…we are jealous .
Just a fabulous place to visit , friendly people and the best preserved Greek Temples .
Fantastic mix of cultures reflected in the faces.
How much of the country are you able to visit…so varied …..enjoy !
KDR and MMR
Thanks Margaret and Kevin, will be in Turkey for 5 days, so possibly now that much, though going to Gallipoli for Anzac Day, and hopefully lots more, though probably just Istanbul. James
We would love to return to Istanbul ..didn’t have enough time there , just a fabulous city . You will love Gallipoli, very moving …some Rixon’s buried there too.
Interesting seeing the Kilbehenny connection with the Noonan / Lynch branch. We were there last year on the 20th anniversary of my Mother’s death 14th June. Her family (Father’s side ) Gallagher were from Kilbehenny….and what did my Mother want to be ….a journalist !….Emelia is the image of my Mum , and has of course realised Mum’s ambition….must be something in the soil/water/air ….or Kevin says the blarney:-).
Enjoy the rest of the trip .
Thanks M&K. Arrive Istanbul Monday night, head to Çanakkale on Wednesday, and then back to Istanbul Thusday afternoon. I’ll be back in my old job as reporter, so you might hear my voice at some point. Will share photos and sounds here, of course.
K has just headed off with Katie Justin and the kids for Dundee, a few jobs to be done , and Poppy is always good for a few jobs !
The family were all here last weekend to celebrate K’s 70th Birthday , a mini Rixon gathering .
As he left he alerted me to the grave of Norman Arthur Gribble born 3rd April1891 at Woonona died 27th April 1915 at Gallipoli. From memory he is at the end of one row , and two of his Rixon cousins in the same row …have not checked that .
We have photos of the graves taken in 2006 when we visited …keep your eyes open. Ref to the ‘tree’ page 115 in Joye’s book.
Autumn has arrived in Sydney …lovely crisp mornings, and some welcome rain yesterday.
Will do my best to have a look. Glad to hear it’s not too cold yet. Leaving winter, heading back into winter. I didn’t plan this well :)