Have started Danish classes. So far there have been no strange and confusing experiences with Romanian people, for which I count myself fortunate. Today, Loth, Adam & I went to Kronborg slot in Helsingør (AKA Elsinor - Hamlet's castle, which, by the way, never actually housed royalty but merely collected shipping tolls from Sweden). That makes 3 times that I've visited the outside but not actually entered the building. With more Aussies coming to visit us next month though, I figure I'll probably make it back there again. Buggered my knee yesterday in a small cycling incident involving me and a large palate. You'll be relieved to know that the palate's doing just fine. Here's some words on cucumbers and gravestones from Colin:
Evening All. What's going down?
I'm still working on the cucumber farm for another
couple of weeks, after which I will be free!
The cucumber work has been more varied of late, which
is good for my (in)sanity. We cut down all the vines
over the period of about a month, and then replanted
all 42000 of the bastards. (That's a lot of cucumber
plants, it takes a good few minutes to walk from one
end of the greenhouses to the other) That was a bit
more than a month ago, since then we have been winding
the plants up strings, and tying the strings up in the
first place, and pulling the shoots off the plants and
blah blah blah cucumbers blah.....and spraying
fungicide on them all. This job sucks coz the hose is
very heavy and its my job to drag it behind the guy
pushing the spray rig and it sucks, blah blah blah
cucumbers blah blah.......
Anyhoo, Elena has a job working for the Danish
government. They don't pay her very much, but she
doesn't do any work, so that's OK. They're also
sending her to Danish school in the hope that she'll
get a job and they won't have to give her money
anymore. It works out fair though coz the amount I pay
in tax she gets from the dole. 38% tax I tells ya,
bastards!!
Last weekend we went the Skagen, which is as far north
as you can go in Denmark. The tip of the country is a
long sandy point, at the top of which the North Sea
meet the Kattegat (I think) which is the sea between
Denmark and Sweden, so you can see the waves coming in
from both crashing into each other, and go and stand
with each foot in a different sea, which Elena did. On
the beach there were heaps of old bunkers and gun
emplacements from World War Two from when Germany took
over Denmark. Some of the gun emplacements weren't
bricked up (or had been un-bricked up) so you can poke
around inside, but there wasn't much to see, still
cool though. Tried to do some climbiing on one but
I've gotten soft and I kept falling off.
The weather here is still not what you expect for
Scandinavia, warm and sunny every day, (although we got
pissed on in Skagen, which is supposedly renowned for
its good weather, we were camping too, so that sucked
a bit). A few weeks ago we went to the beach and went
swimming a few times, the water was about 21 degrees,
so it was heaps nice. One time we were at a party, so
I ended up swimming, full of vodka and naked, at one
in the morning, and even then it wasn't too cold.
So yeah, we haven't been up to too much craziness.
Elena's friend Loth is staying with us at the moment,
and her friend (ex-boyfriend) Adam might be coming for
a week as well, before he goes off to Australia again.
I've been going to a few reggae shows, and spending
too much money on records, which I can probably get in
Australia anyway, but maybe not, and anyway, the guy
in the record shop tells me that I'm not wasting my
money, I'm stopping myself from spending it on stupid
things, somehow, like rent, and food, oh well......
And here's something interesting, on the way to the
station I ride past a couple of places that sell
gravestones (they're next to the big cemeteries). The
gravestones here are different to Australian ones,
they're mostly like big rocks (about a foot or two
across) with one face cut off flat with the inscription
there. You can get bigger ones too, and just plain
rocks (maybe they write something on them later, I
don't know), and if you're crazy rich there's one that
I see every day and marvel at, it's so big you could
do a short climb on it (with a sit start), I reckon it
must weigh at least five tonnes, craziness!!!!
OK, bye
Sgt BOBNOB Rogerson
Subscribe to:
Posts (Atom)
