Day 48 and 49: Toulon and Nimes

Day 48

The trip from Nice to Nimes was a couple hours, so I figured I had time to stop somewhere on the way.  I chose Toulon because it’s a smaller town that’s home to the French Navy. I’m not exactly sure why I thought that was a must see, but it ended up being cool.

When I got off the train, my first goal was to find the lockers to leave my things for the day. Turns out, Toulon is a station that doesn’t actually have lockers… however, a bar half a block away does luggage storage. It may be the most sketchy place I’ve left my luggage, but they had a good system so I went with it. Most importantly, you had to be back by 6:30 to claim your things. Not a problem as I was intending to leave before then.

I headed down to the bay area, and over to the tourist information near by, as I had found that if you buy your boat tour ticket from the tourist office, it’s cheaper! Always good when it’s super easy.

The harbor
The harbor

The tour went around the bay, showing you the ships in port and a bit more about the coast line. However, the entire description was only in French, so I’m only slightly sure what we were looking at.

A few of the ships in harbor
A few of the ships in harbor

After the tour I spent some time wandering around town, and then ended up at the Navy Museum. I was very impressed with the museum overall. It explained how Toulon became to be such a prominent port as well as a bit of the history of ship evolution. I loved the explanation of how ships were built and repaired before the invention of the dry dock.

Showing how the mast is put into a boat.
Showing how the mast is put into a boat.
This is how they used to fix the hull of the ship, basically tipping the ship over.
This is how they used to fix the hull of the ship, basically tipping the ship over.

Perhaps my favorite display in the museum was the large picture of the harbor, which must have been taken from a helicopter.


Near the museum they still have the building that was used to make ropes. It’s a super long building, no longer completely visible from the outside. Sadly, you can’t go in it, as I’m sure it’s been re-purposed by now.

After the museum, I headed back to the train station to catch a train to Nimes (ignore the s, it’s pronounced Neem). I was so happy to have not even half a kilometer to walk after I got off the train. I was staying in the Ibis Style chain, which totally fit the bill I was looking for: close, my own room, air conditioning. Pretty simple.

Day 49

I only had one day to fit all of the Nimes must sees in, so it was a busy day.

I started the morning off by checking out the Amphitheater. It’s from the Roman times and went through many different uses through out the years, including houses, as weird as that seems.

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After the Amphitheater I headed over to the square house, another roman thing in the city. This wasn’t so interesting, and is essentially all new now anyways. They show you a video which was a slightly hilarious roll play version of history. Not worth the stop in my opinion.

Continuing my trip through ancient things, I stopped at the Temple of Diana, which is at the base of a park. It was cool to see just because you can wander around. And because there was a hilariously translated sign which stated that you could “not escalade the walls”. Which obviously L’escalade would best translate as to climb, and just didn’t make the translation very well.


The temple
The temple

Next up was the hike up hill to check out the tower. This used to be part of the walls of the city, but is now just a stand alone thing which they added a staircase in the middle so you can climb up to the top.

The tower
The tower


I always feel better about being tired of walking up the hill and the steps when I finally get to the top and realize that this really is rather high above the rest of the city.

After this climb up, the climb down was quite nice. They have some nice little paths through the park. I headed back towards the center of the city to grab some lunch before heading off for the afternoon. And this is proof that the US even loses at food when it comes to salad. I think we just need to change what we consider a salad. IMG_3899

If you look hard, you can find the lettuce, under the awesome pile of meat and cheese. Ignore those breadsticks, I didn’t eat them, but they sure looked pretty. This wasn’t my first mostly meat salad either. I just don’t do well taking pictures of my food because I’m usually hungry and half way through before I remember.

After lunch I headed over to the bus rotary to grab a bus to the Pont du Gard. For such a draw, you’d think it would have been a bit simpler to figure out what bus I needed to take and where to get it and when it leaves, but in the end, I figured it out. After you get off the bus you walk for a while down the road, which had no signs. All this difficulty to figure out where you’re going would have made more sense until you get there and see the fact that there are buildings and well paved paths all over.

It was a very cool thing to see. The aquaduct spans the river, which had even by that time, clearly worn it’s way through the surrounding land. There are three levels of arches in order to make the top level with the surrounding hillside. This is what makes this section of the aquaduct so gorgeous and interesting. Even very near by it could have simply been a canal in the ground.

At the lowest level of arches, there was a secondary bridge built right next to the aquaduct which is what you use to walk from one side of the river to the other. They did an amazing job building it though because it’s actually pretty hard to tell that it’s way newer.

The first side you see, was all in shade.
The first side you see, was all in shade.
From the other side you get the gorgeous sunlit stones.
From the other side you get the gorgeous sunlit stones.
see look. I was there.
see look. I was there.

And perhaps the most unexpected part (except that I read it online before hand) is that this is the best place to swim for a long way around.


It was like a giant beach party. But the water was very nice. The bottom was rocky, so I was once again wishing for those nice beach shoes I saw back in Nice. I think that I have very tough feet too, so it’s been crazy to be walking all wonky over the rocks.

After a swim I walked back to the bus stop. It was crazy hot, and I had soaked my shirt in the river before walking back, and it was totally dry by the time I got on the bus.

This was a fun filled busy day, and all I wanted to do was sit. And being that I had a room to myself, I intended to enjoy the calm alone time and relaxed in my hotel.

Day 46 – Around Nice, but not actually in Nice

When I decided to stay in Nice, I was mostly interested in being on the coast and seeing some of the places around Nice. Don’t get me wrong, I’d heard nothing bad about Nice, but really it seemed like nothing more than a giant vacation town.

So in the morning I was off to Monaco. I had planned to take the bus to Eze, then to Monaco, but turns out that on Sunday, the bus doesn’t run, so I had to change plans. Not a big deal. Train to Monaco it was.

The train runs past a bunch of smaller towns between Nice and Monaco, which I was scoping out for a good beach. Super easy train ride with really nice views on the way.

Luckily, Monaco is a tourist hot spot to arrive via train. The tourist information is right in the station, making getting a map very simple. I figured out the route I wanted to take, heading to the harbor right away. The station is in the middle of the hills around Monaco, so the walk was all down hill. A great start, never fun to know what you’ll be hiking up on the way home.

The boats in the harbor were insane. I mean, maybe to see one or two, okay, but tons of them. And the water was absolutely clear. Some of these boats had their little attached/stored on deck run-arounds that are bigger than the boats most people own.

Just one of the many. Showing the "small" run around tied up.
Just one of the many. Showing the “small” run around tied up.
Not quite as large, but can you see the massive number of "smaller" boats?
Not quite as large, but can you see the massive number of “smaller” boats?
See those rocks through the water? That water is many, many feet deep.
See those rocks through the water? That water is many, many feet deep.

I wandered around a bit. My original plan had me here in the afternoon, which probably would have been preferable. The town is a bit dead in the morning (I think it was 10 when I got there). Got up to see the famed Monte Carlo, and was sadly unimpressed. Good thing I was there in the morning though, looks like there’s a dress code to enter when people are playing. You have to pay to enter the casino, which is stupid, but I had to see what all the fuss was about.

The one the only.
The one the only.
I've never been anywhere where gambling wasn't allowed 24/7.
I’ve never been anywhere where gambling wasn’t allowed 24/7.

The rooms are pretty, but nothing to write home about (so I’ll full fill that statement by writing nothing here as well).

Wandered around a bit more. Really found nothing of huge interest to me, so I headed down to where the Monaco Grand Prix starts. Mostly just for shits and giggles. A lot so I can tell my cousins I was there.

Looks like not much most of the time.
Looks like not much most of the time.

Then I hit up the grocery store, because anything is cheaper than buying food and drinks AT the beach. Normal food wasn’t so bad, but they had a huge section of imported food. I guess they want all of their super rich clients to be happy. Because they’re all obviously shopping at the grocery store.

That says 7.45€. For a jar half the size of home. Ouch.
That says 7.45€. For a jar half the size of home. Ouch.

Food collected and I headed back up to the train station. For anyone ever looking to improve their calf tone, take a trip to some hilly place and walk a lot. It’s doing wonders.

I decided to stop at Beaulieu-sur-Mer. Don’t ask how to say the first part, I have no idea. The second part means that the train stops at the Mediterranean part of town, not the hill side where lots of things are. Which is a huge deal, not something you want to mix up if you are aiming for one or the other. It’s quite a hill. Luckily, when looking for the beach, the sea is where to be.

Mostly I was aiming for a beach outside of the main town because I hate when it’s super packed. This fit the bill just fine. Definitely not empty, but it’s not like someone was within touching distance on either side.

The beach. Very nice, almost sand, but more like tiny rocks.
The beach. Very nice, almost sand, but more like tiny rocks.
Yachts off in the harbor area. They must be just HUGE. Probably way cheaper than getting a spot in Monaco, and still very close.
Yachts off in the harbor area. They must be just HUGE. Probably way cheaper than getting a spot in Monaco, and still very close.

Turns out I should have taken a better look at the wine I grabbed. I completely missed the dry to sweet scale. I’d grabbed a very sweet wine. Absolutely not what I was looking for for my picnic and chilling on the beach. Probably won’t do that again.

Everyone owns these umbrellas (top picture above) and brings them to the beach with them. I didn’t get it when I got there, but after an hour or so, it makes perfect sense. If nothing else, it will shade your things for you.

This was my first encounter with the topless-ness I’ve heard so much about. I was a tad shocked at first, as American culture (or perhaps English speaking culture) is very anti-topless-ness. Anyways, when in Rome…. which is all fine and dandy but I’ve grown up with no sun exposure to such areas. And can you imagine getting sun burn on such sensitive areas?! Sounds very painful and therefore I’m rather cautious.

This was where I gave up on my awesome Enlite sensors. The one I had in had been rocking for a couple days, but with the sweat and water, it just wasn’t really holding on, which sent it off to crazy number land. I thought about putting one in the next day… but how was that possible, I was always (really, always) sweating. That doesn’t make for good adhesive contact.

Caught the train back to Nice, hit up my hostel for a quick shower, then headed off to find some place with wifi and air conditioning. It’s surprisingly rare to find AC, even for some place that gets plenty warm, and my hostel definitely didn’t have it. And the room was TINY. So I decided my next stop, which was only two nights in Nimes, should be moved to a hotel in the center of town. The hostel wasn’t particularly convenient, and I needed a break from the lack of space and sweaty nights. That and other chores completed, I headed back to catch some sleep.

Day 40: Fontainebleau and Eiffel Tower

In the morning I headed off to Fontainebleau to visit the Chateau. It was suggested by a friend and confirmed by the tourist guide as a thing to see. It is the oldest decorated royal French Chateau. The rooms were decorated in the styles of different rulers, some older than others, but the furniture was authentic, which was amazing. I can’t keep straight which Napoleons and Louis lived in this palace, so I won’t try.

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One of the most interesting things I learned from the audio guide in the chateau was that French Queens and Empresses had to give birth in “public”. This was mentioned in a room that is now named for the ruler that was born there. The rooms were chosen before the woman was to give birth and all were allowed into that room while the birth was happening. This was said to be done to prove that the heir was legitimate. Which is amusing because the heir followed the paternal side…. No way to prove that before genetic testing.

After the Chateau I headed out to the gardens area. Very pretty. I’m sure nothing like Versaille but everything also happened to be empty, much more to my liking.

I was intending to wander the town for a bit, but everything was closed (Monday is the day of being closed I guess). So I grabbed some food for my picnic lunch on the train and headed to the train station (on foot). I was very grateful I took the bus from the station when I got there. It looked close, but really wasn’t. Oh well. Exercise.

I got back to Paris and decided to head to the Champ Elysees (sp) (cham ellise is what it sounds like) which is the main shopping street leading up to the Arc de Triumph. I was hopeful I’d find some things that were must haves here, but mostly was just unhappy with the number of people on the street or in the stores. Or how giant the stores were and how I could visit a lot of them at home.

Breezy and chilly. Quite the arch way
Breezy and chilly. Quite the arch way

Made it to the Arc de Triumph then headed down the other side of the street to visit Louis Vuitton, but passed when I saw there was literally a line into the store. Funny, because I ended up passing another, with no line. Looked around, and it’s just not for me. Oh well. Money saved. I bought nothing anywhere this day. I was surprised.

I headed over to check out the Eiffel Tower. But first, by this point, I really had to pee. Enough so that I caved to standing in line for one of the toilets on the sidewalk. Well, these lines move SO SLOWLY. Turns out you go in, use it, it closes, it cleans, then the next person can go it. So it was actually very clean, but I would have taken dirtier and faster hands down.


Took my look at the tower and had to catch the RER train to meet everyone. Well the RER station was closed. The next closest station is far. So I headed to the closest metro that got me where I needed to be, also far away. I was late to the meeting. Oops.

And then we ended up heading back to exactly where I had come from. Oh well, I never would have found everyone in the park by the tower.

We grabbed some food and headed to the park. Grabbed a seat. Too bad it had rained sometime sort of recently, we all ended up with wet butts at some point in the night. Park Life.

It was hilarious to see the guys wandering around selling drinks. They were SUPER over priced (of course). But mostly, it must be illegal because every once in a while they would hide everything in one of the few trees of the area and walk around like they were looking at the tower and then the police would drive by. Then they would go back and grab all their things. A couple were selling the small Eiffel Tower keychains and other small souvenirs which actually turned out to be a decent deal. I didn’t end up with any, but others did.

We hung around for a while, taking some pictures in the process, because what else are you supposed to do when it’s this pretty, and you have people to take fun pictures with!







Eventually we had drank all our wine and cider and decided we should head home. I thought the metro closed at 2, so the fact that we left at midnight, wasn’t a problem at all. I had two metros to catch to get back to the hostel, easy, restful. Except the metro stops at 12:30, which means the last pick up at stations is sometime before then. So I got to my transfer point and the train pulled in and turned off. Ut-oh. And of course I had taken the metro farther from my hostel than we were to make the transfer. We were nicely at the Arc de Triumph, which had I not been so concerned about getting home, I would have stopped to take pictures in the dark. I had found some guys speaking English, looking at one of the metro maps in the station. I asked where they were going, and luckily, it was half way to where I was going. I asked if we could split the cab and they were more than happy. Turns out Paris is tiny, and the entire fare would have been 17 Euros for myself to get home. With the split and drop off I got home on 7 Euros. Sweet deal. Still a stupid time for the metro to close in such a large city. And something that should definitely have been mentioned somewhere in something I got from the hostel or on all the online info. That’s not even when you leave to head out in a lot of cities.

Day 38: Thalys and Paris

I had previously made my reservations for the train from Brugge to Paris. I had to change at Brussels Midi (French) or Zuid (Flemish) station. Of course it was always listed as Midi when I search, and so when they only announce Zuid it always freaks me out. And then I got on my Thalys train, and someone is in my seat. Which is fine had I understood what they were saying, that seats don’t matter that much, just pick one. But luckily, someone near me also made the person in their seat move. So I wasn’t alone. And my reserved seat had a nice window.

Got to Paris fine. Had the easiest time yet finding my Hostel.

I got in around 12, and I was hoping to grab the 1pm walking tour. Well. I got there around 1:15 and it was very gone by then. So realizing that the tour started by Notre Dame, I headed over there. Just saw the outside but got good info about opening times and saw that you could climb the towers which I hadn’t known before. And because it was Saturday, they were open until 11! I decided that was a must do. I wandered off to Saint Chappel, and found a short line and decided to wait.

Saint Chappel is in what is now the Palace of Justice. It used to be a royal residence. And the Saint Chappel was created to house the relics, which are also no longer there, but now at the Notre Dame treasury. However, this was still a very good site to see. I picked up the Paris Museum Pass as my ticket for this entrance.

If you have any sort of tiny love of stained glass, but the Saint Chappel on the top of your list. Wow. I have a couple pictures, but I’m sure they don’t do it justice.


I was very amused by the entrance area to the Saint Chappel. So the Palace of Justice that surrounds the chapel is all the old Parisian style. But check out this building in the courtyard.


Clearly they ran out of office space.

After this I headed back to actually check into my Hostel. Then grabbed a drink before heading back to the Notre Dame for the late night special. I left the hostel at 9ish, got to the line at 10 and was worried they were going to close it before I got up. I was so happy to see the “line closed” sign go past me. Such a great view.

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Back home on the metro. Thankfully not too creepy, even at night.

Days 20 and 21: Museums and Travel

Day 20

I headed off to the National Museum bright and early (ah hem, opened at 10:00, early, who knows where). I was really excited to see this museum. Luckily, it didn’t disappoint.

I started off checking out the “dawn of time” until now bits. Essentially it explained how the Danish area came to be settled. It was rather early actually. And the Vikings were also here (turns out everywhere wants to claim to be the “viking area”. This was told to me by some nice Norwegian guys I met at the harbor when I mentioned I’d been to the Viking Ship Museum). However, this museum encompassed a lot more information. Some of it awesome, some of it feeling like stealing from the dead (as is normal now-a-days I guess). Either way, my most favorite things:

Really old instruments. Old susaphones? Once again, sideways.
Really old instruments. Old susaphones? Once again, sideways.
Viking Helmet! (sideways, yes, thank-you iPhone)
Viking Helmet! (sideways, yes, thank-you iPhone)

I wandered on from there to check out the more recent history, and what was called the Princes Castle, which turned out to be the history of the building, which I didn’t visit. It was a billion degrees inside, as it’s been a heat wave and air conditioning is apparently not a thing. I can only read so much history in the heat. I did read the bits in the “stories” section, which was 1600 to present, presented as stories of what was going on. Interesting, not thrilling.

Following being super hot at the National Museum, I was worried about what I would find at the Christiansborg Palace tour. Well, it was really cool! (in things, not temperature, but not as hot as the museum). It was a trip through the royal reception rooms at Christiansborg. This one (the 4th) has never been home to the royalty (see Amelienborg). Maybe they will stop letting things be burned down soon. However, the current version houses all branches of Danish government, as well has rooms in which the queen hosts guests and parties. All in all, it’s a gorgeous place.

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After my room tour, I decided to hop on a canal tour, as it was super gorgeous out, and I needed a walking break. No pictures, because I’m cool like that. Actually I just didn’t see a point in taking pictures of things I didn’t visit. The boat barely fit through some of the bridges, which was entertaining. Less entertaining was that it went from blazing sunshine to raining in the middle of the tour. Enough that I got up and stood in between the aisle in the front of the boat.

With the rain, I decided it was still worth taking a trip up the tower at Christiansborg (free!) which was said to have a good view of the city. That’s true, but it’s a bit gloomy in my pictures, which is hard to fix with photo edit software when it’s true.

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After this, I bailed on my plans to return to Tivoli. Not worth it in the rain. So I headed home to pack, then headed out for some dinner quickly.

Day 21

This day was pretty much taken up by travel. Nothing toooooo exciting thankfully.

Normally, you can take a train all the way from Copenhagen to Hamburg, but there’s construction right now. So I grabbed a bus at 9:10 (with a ton of other people) and drove to the south of Zealand (the island Copenhagen is on) to Rødby. Where I got on a ferry (30 minute ride). After which we all got on a train (after waiting waayyy too long).

Normally this is a pretty cool trip because the train drives to Rødby, and then drives onto the ferry (like the cars do) and then you ferry over, and then the train continues on to Hamburg. That would be awesome. This was just a way to get where you’re going.

Thankfully, I wasn’t connecting as everything was late after the bus (which was very on time).

Got to Hamburg fine though, and caught a local train/metro (U3) for a couple stops over to my hostel. Took a bit to figure out my hostel was on top of the hill, which explained the weird streets on my map. Lots of steps! Got there, dropped things off, went for a walk, got dinner, did laundry (they even had a dryer!), and went to bed. Exciting day right?

Day 20

Steps: 14,688

Floors: 68

Day 21

Steps: 15,066

Floors: 42

Day 19 – Castles and Trains

So I mentioned before that I was using this Copenhagen Card, which covers entry to things and transport. While amazingly, it also covers transport out to areas that I would not consider to be part of Copenhagen. I guess they are considered part of “Greater Copenhagen”, but to me it would be like saying that Hudson, WI is part of Minneapolis.

Anyways, I hop on the S-tog (never did figure out what the S means, Tog is train). It essentially runs like a local train would. I headed up to Hillerød, where Frederiksborg is. (It’s a good thing I picked up a tourist map, because I definitely thought that Frederiksborg Palace was in Frederikberg Park. Which is a completely different direction and area.)

My first stop in Hillerød was the mall, because I had found some place that sold fitbits! Got my new fitbit, was all set to just run with it, but it needed charging, so I guess I’d have to wait a few more hours. If only I had remembered to bring my portable charger with me!

Next off I walked to the Castle. It is quite cool because it is on a series of islands in a lake. I’m sure at some point they were connected by draw bridge or some other moveable structure, now they are connected with permanent bridges. Anyways, I was sad to discover this was yet another collection of paintings and memorabilia instead of a restored castle. Oh well. The building had clearly gone through some troubles and almost none of the original interior remained anyways. The gardens looked amazing, however I hadn’t planned as well as some past days, and was lacking enough layers. I swore that I’d be warm enough in shorts in 15 degrees, but I didn’t factor in the wind and clouds. No park dwelling for me.

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Back to the train station to take was actually described as a local train. Super nice though! Obviously none of the amenities that come with the regional trains, and not the billion seats all facing one way with tray tables, but very nice and clean. To me, nicer than our light rail at home. I had to read the schedule/train stops about 10 times to figure out what train to get on. There were two that went from Hillerød to Helsingør. Turns out the only difference was the route and how many stops and the time, so really, it didn’t matter which one I got on.

At Helsingør, finding the castle was extremely easy. Clearly it’s a big draw for the town as there were signs right from the train platform. On the way, I found the library, which happened to have computers set up for free use. Well, if you remember earlier, I had a fitbit that needed charging. They also had free wi-fi, so I was pretty content to hang-out at the computer for 30 minutes or so. If you follow me on instagram, I’m sure you saw that.

Kronborg Castle was the type of castle I had been waiting to see! Helsingør (written Elsingor some places) is the town that is at the point closest to what is now Sweden, and the town Helsingborg. At the time of this castle’s establishment, both sides of the water were Denmark (remember, for a large part of history the Danish ruled over all of what is now Sweden and Norway, or at least most of it). The castle was established so that the king could force all ships sailing through the area to pay dues, or taxes. It started as a small castle, but around the 16th century underwent some additions, partly because the cannons of the time were getting better and there was no way the walls could withstand the newer ones.

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In this castle, there was an area that was particularly dedicated for the women of the household (queen, staff, etc.) to walk inside. This was in order to save their shoes. Crazy to see. I can’t imagine living in the castle because it must have been brutal to keep it warm at all. But this was used as the Royal residence in the time of Frederik II, after which it was used as a summer castle for some time, and then later abandoned. However, it’s one of the few that weren’t built by Christian IV, who built what seems like every other castle in Denmark. (A little tough to keep straight who built what, because they liked naming things after themselves, but the line of kings have names that pretty much alternate between Christian and Frederik from the “modern” time of the middle ages).

Inside one room (can’t remember which one now, a smaller hall) they had tapestries depicting the kings. Originally there were 43, now 7 hang in this hall, and 7 more in the National Museum in Copenhagen. They were made by Frederik (the something) to in an effort to demonstrate that the Danish monarchy was older than the others around them. How amusing. But it was cool to see that they all had different thing to distinguish them, and the Danish Coat of Arms of the time they ruled (which changed a lot over time actually). The danish coat of arms has 3 lions on it, which makes more sense to the 3 silver lions guarding the thrones I saw the other day.

Also in this room is a canopy which was hung over the king’s table at all meals (see the previous slide show pictures). The canopy was awesome and giant. I can’t tell you about what’s on it any more, but for once there was an awesome display telling you about it. When Sweden captured the castle (~1640 if I remember correctly) they took a lot of things with them, including the canopy which must have been in a trunk. Anyways, it was kept in Sweden, and is normally on display in a museum in Stockholm, so I was excited it was in Kronborg.

I took a walk around the outer walls of the castle (again, see pictures above), and then headed back to the train station. I was planning on taking the S-tog back to Copenhagen. All the S-togs that run in Copenhagen (like the one I took in the morning) are a red train. All the trains in the station were silver (only 4 tracks, 2 trains). And they were all going to Sweden. Looked at my S-tog map to try to figure out what was going on, couldn’t. Asked the conductor standing outside the train (thank goodness everyone speaks beyond fluent English). He nicely told me this train was going to get me to Copenhagen central. About half the way home, I took my map back out and realized that the nice silver line which I just figured was another S-tog color, was in fact a regional train. Way too much time spent trying to figure that out. Got home safely and quickly!

I decided I really should check out Tivoli, as it was right by my hotel and central station. And because I could get one “free” entry (normally 99dkk ~ $15) per day with my Copenhagen card, I didn’t lose anything if I decided I really was too tired and left shortly. I got in, took a walk around, went to check out the one ride that looked awesome (each ride is 75dkk…. woof). After finally figuring out where the entrance was, turns out it was down for the day. The ride is essentially a giant kite eating tree (for those of you that remember the old Camp Snoopy rides), and you must get a good view from the top. Oh well, decided to come back tomorrow if I saw it up and running.

I walked around the rest of the park, but that night there was an Elton John concert, and so they were starting to close down lots of the walk ways. The concert would be awesome, and you could hear without a ticket I’m sure, but huge crowds for something I’m only sort of interested in, doesn’t work for me. I decided to just head home.

On my way out, I actually got yelled at. I had been drinking a cider I brought in with me (I hadn’t had it on the train like planned). Turns out you can’t bring in drinks. Denmark allows you to drink pretty much whenever and where-ever you want, so I hadn’t even considered that! Oops. Luckily it was just a telling me, and I kept heading out.

Wow sorry, that’s a novel. There just wasn’t anything I could leave out!

P.S. This is the first day which I’ve had clothing struggles. The biggest part of the struggles was my inability to keep my food in the container, and not on my clothes, both my coffee and my yogurt decided they were more fashion statements than food. The other was my lack of warmth, but that was poor planning not lack of resources.

Steps: 17,750 (12,750 logged after charging my fitbit! The rest are an underestimate)

Floors: 25