Booboo Magoo

After our fabulous sleep in the amazing hotel of awesomeness, we woke up bright and early and enjoyed our last civilized showers for a few days. We had noticed the day before that the hotel had bikes available for rental and decided to take a couple out for a spin. They are not the most amazing bikes ever, but they did the job. We rode around for about 2 hours taking in the sights of Copenhagen.
Here we are by another fountain.

All of Copenhagen looks like a real life Disney movie. Makes sense, it is the home of Hans Christian Anderson, who the Danes are pretty obsessed with. There are statues and whatnot of him everywhere.

Finally, we decided it was time to go to Roskilde. We caught the train at the Metro to the town of Roskilde, where I made Mike pose under the train sign. He was not terribly thrilled, but I maintain that someday, he’ll be happy I made him pose there.

From Roskilde the town there was the option to take another train or a bus to Roskilde the festival. We picked the train. We should have been a little bit suspicious when we saw that the train looked like the WWII trains used to haul people to concentration camps, but it was all nice and cute on the inside, even if I did have to use a luggage strap and a case of beer to keep the window open.

WE SHOULD HAVE PICKED THE BUS. It turns out that the train takes you to one entrance, and the bus takes you to a completely different entrance. On the opposite side of the festival. Where the tenting area is. Which is where we needed to be. Roughly 3.5 km if you know where you’re going, but if you’re us and DON’T know where you’re going, it’s more like 5 kms. Across uneven terrain. In the baking sun. While carrying all of your clothes and camping gear. Basically awful. Really and truly awful.
By the time we made it to the tenting area and got set up, we were ready to just chill the eff out. So we grabbed the bedsheet and headed to a nice grassy area near a lake and spent the afternoon drinking (me: coke zero, Mike: beer, both of us: water) and hanging out. I read Emma. Mike watched stuff on his iPod. Super chill. Super necessary.

After a while, we ventured off to get some food. Here is me by tent city, which was relatively close to the food. See how tent city looks shitty and terrible? Imagine that in food form, and you have the festival food. The best meal I had there was cheese and jam on a bun. I wish I was joking.

We found a human-sized hamster wheel. Mike tries it out.

We also notice that the small rash that started appearing the other day is getting worse. Here is the back of one of his arms. This was also on his legs and stomach, and was apparently very itchy.

Mike takes some antihistamines, and we go back to the lake, where we find some woman’s birth control. With one pill left. Are we seeing the start of a new little Roskilde Dingus?

We spent the rest of Thursday relaxing and exploring at our own relaxed pace, then crashed around when the sun went down.

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