vejle: the main course interlude

Not much to report. The Danish train system still kicks ass. Sitting around trying to follow the conversation while everyone around you (minimum age 56, and that's your mom) goes over old pictures of various distant relatives and talks in a language you don't know for eight hours on end is kind of dull.

Cultural Note #214: Danish strollers (prams, whatever) are hideously overengineered. Massive steel things with struts and load-bearing members such that they look more like Mars rovers or miniature bridges than a device for wheeling a child about. They come equipped with a folding rain cover like the tarpaulin that keeps water out of a kayak. I keep my distance from them. I think if one ran me over I would die.

Oddly enough, I am spending most of my time in Denmark in this small, bucolic, admittedly rather dull town. While scenic and pretty, I wish I was still in København. But family must be visited, and it's proven reasonably entertaining so far.

I'm still looking very much forward to London on Tuesday. Note to self: figure things out with Kyna about when I should get there, etc...