Hey,

So I've finally made it to Denmark. Here's (in brief) what I have done so far:
Stayed with Lothlorian & Adam in the (terrible) cider making town of Taunton (Loth, did you finish that bottle yet?). The round-a-bout was most exciting though all the pubs closed at 12:30, which left little time for merriment (not that we really felt like drinking warm flat Fosters anyway...).

I then went on to London for 2 nights & stayed there with Hilton's friend. London was nice & I walked around for a while and saw, amongst other things, lots of cute little furry grey squirrels.

Then I flew in to Dublin (thankfully making it in one piece despit technical problems with the aircraft) and went to Galway to stay with Emily. Here I was not even given time to drop my bags off at the house before I was bombarded with pints of guinness from Em's friendly Irish friends (hey, who's complaining though?). Needless to say, the guinness in Ireland was fantastic, though Australian guinness is not so much poorer as many make out. I spent my week and a half or 2 in Galway wandering through the beautiful cobbled streets and eating by day and drinking guinness and bulmers (cider - much better than that of Taunton) by night.

And so, a little tubbier I left on a bus to visit Christina in Wellington county, Wexford. Here I struggled accross the street, a ridiculous sight, having aquired even more luggage, the more uneccessary of items including my beloved coffee plunger (which I had bought in England after a few terrible days of instant coffee) and Em's double doona. Unable to take another step, I collapsed in a lovely room meant for 4 in a B&B. The next day I was met by Christina and her fiance, James. We went back to spend the night at a 21st in the middle of the country (where Chris got outrageously drunk and danced up a storm & insulted & made fun of basically everyone on the dancefloor). After spending the night at James' parents' house, I caught a bus to Dublin the next day.

On my first night here I walked into a pub just around the corner from my hostel and, strangely enough, found myself standing face to face with Julia Mynott, an old friend from Primary & High School. Anyway, the next afternoon we went pubbing together (people in Ireland drink at all times of the day), blah blah blah etc. etc., the next day I caught a plane to London, followed by a plane to Malmo (Sweden), followed by a bust to Copenhagen where I was met by my Dad's cousin, Lilian and her husband, Niels.

I stayed with Lilian & Niels for about a week and then moved into the kollegium in Bagsværd (close to Copenhagen), which is a big block of rooms (intended) for uni students. Somehow I managed to get a room there, which is extremely fortunate as the general waiting period for an appartment here ranges from 1 year to 10 years, generally falling somewhere at the higher end of the scale. People here actually pay money to real Estate agents to have their kids on a waiting list as soon as they are born so that they can go straight to the top of the list when they want to move out in 20 odd years. No joke. Why don't people tell you these things before you arrive in the country??? Anyway, it's all good. Colin arrives soon so he'll have to hide out in my room until June or July - I was extremely lucky to meet someone at the kollegium whose older brother is going to Sydney for about 8 months and has said that we can rent his appartment for that period. So anyone coming to stay with us, if at all possible, schedule it for then or you'll be sleeping on a mattress on the floor of my cosy little dorm room. As for a job, I currently have none. However, being a Danish citizen I am now elligible for government assistance. So for the time being, dole queue, here I come!

Ok, enough of my rambling. For those of you who complained that I didn't tell you what I was doing, here you are: I present you with a small and boring novel. For those of you who were not concerned in the slightest, I am terribly sorry.

So goodbye, from the land of cold and dark,
Elena.