Dreams Come True. Scandinavian Saga by Incomarthur
What to do when a dream comes true?
Of course - keep dreaming!
To see the Scandinavian countries. . . This desire arose in my middle school age : -), when I became interested in reading historical and artistic works about the times of Kievan Rus. It was then that I wanted to see the lands of the Varangians. But, alas, then, for me personally, it was a desire of almost the same degree of reach as seeing Mars (“The Martian Chronicles” by Bradbury also sunk into my soul : -) )...
Years passed, countries changed. And if Mars is still far away, then Scandinavia has become almost nearby. And in June 2012, on the third attempt to get into the countries of the Vikings and trolls, I still go to Scandinavia!!!
The tour was chosen in the first place - by the date of departure, secondly - by the date of return, thirdly - by the probability of taking place (in my first attempt to go on a Scandinavian tour, the group simply did not fill up). As a result, places were booked in the Northern Saga, guide I. Mezhul, departure 10/06/12. The personality of the guide was by no means decisive, although a lot of positive reviews were read, moreover - one of my fellow travelers on previous tours went to Saga with Ilya in the summer of 2011 - the review was - purely enthusiastic ; -), BUT!... having read the answers of I. Mezhul on Turpravda, I was afraid that the guide would be from the category of “tired star” with a rather big crown on his head (Ilya-Konung) - although I was ready to put up with this, having previously prepared along the route in order to dump in the most extreme case self-propelled
I booked the tour in early March - I got places near the second door. By the time the full payment was made (five weeks before the departure) and the submission of the package of documents, the group had already been recruited for the most part, which inspired a certain optimism.
And now it's time to advance to Kyiv. That day in Donetsk there was a sweltering heat, besides, from work (on Saturday, not a working, theoretically, day) I dumped just 2 hours before the train... In general, I arrived at the Donetsk station updated for EURO 2012 quite on edge... Oddly enough, when I was packing my bag the night before in a half-asleep state, I didn’t forget anything : -) - the experience still affects.
Kyiv first met with the same heat, then with a terrible downpour, and then damp stuffiness pressed down... The warm liner for the jacket, lying in the bag, began to seem absolutely superfluous - it was simply hard to believe that even coolness was waiting somewhere ahead.
Meeting with a group on the second floor of the station. . . Two main impressions: The guide is a man of "senior middle" age with fatigue on his face (OH, YO. . . ) and the group, forgive me my fellow travelers : -), - "woman's battalion". . .
The trip promised to be extraordinary : -)
The international train Kyiv-Warsaw, consisting of a pair of sleeping and three compartment cars, was sent to the "third track". Our group and the Feeria (Scandinavian Fairy Tale) travel agency group plunged into compartment cars - our route to Warsaw coincided. The cars were of our usual standard and very clean (looking ahead - on the way back the car was also of our sample, but in worse condition). Within an hour after departure, the guide walked around the compartment in order to "answer the questions of tourists. " The impression was aggravated... an extinct look, a quiet voice... Our compartment “pleased” him with a pack of printouts about the tour, in particular from Turpravda, and the almost complete absence of questions ; -) - we already “know everything”. Now I'm trying to figure out how he "marked" us in his soul : -).
Almost all the way to the border, our train poured downpour, evoking thoughts about the importance of good weather for a tourist. We crossed the border, one might say, without waking up, although the Poles untwisted the floor of our car, but they did not touch the compartment with tourists.
Morning has come. Warsaw coming soon. One of the conductors was busily scurrying around the car, carrying bags in which blocks of cigarettes were guessed. Against the background of a half-rolled car, which no one was in a hurry to roll back, the question “What about customs ??? ” seemed very modest, as in other matters the answer “Is it ours, is it theirs... ” Hmm...
The international train arrived (at least on schedule at 8-40) by no means at the central station in Warsaw. The platform of the Warsaw-Gdanska station is more suitable for local trains... and for the Ukrainian ambulance : -) . However, every cloud has a silver lining - this station is small - and we quickly got to our bus - modest in appearance and quite comfortable inside. Ahead of us was Gdansk and the ferry.
2/3 of the road to Gdansk was free of autobahn and did not smell - a typical one-lane with the appropriate speed limit. True, the batteries seem to have been changed for the guide ; -) - an array of information about the tour, about electives, about additional nishtyak - “radio headphones”, about the assortment of the bus bar, and... about tips for the driver, in advance. I will dwell on the last point in more detail. I have already been “well-read” about the practice of the Incomatur to collect 10 euro tips for the driver in advance and I won’t say that I liked it in advance. According to the result - I handed over 10 euros, like everyone else, in advance. I just didn't want to argue that tips are actually given upon service. Now I can add - at the end of the trip, I would give the same 10 euros without hesitation (the driver deserved them, no questions asked), more... hardly, but no less, that's for sure. So I suggest - do not bother, although the practice of tipping in advance is still very strange.
While the essence and the matter, i. e. while the people decided on electives and handed over money for them, the bus arrived in the former Hanseatic city. In Gdansk, according to the program, there was a sightseeing tour in the old (more precisely, restored) city and an hour of free time, which could be spent either for lunch - eel + beer with ginger juice (I recommend), or for a walk through souvenir shops and a small supermarket near the parking lot bus. It is theoretically possible to combine these two events, but at the same time you will not have to relax for a minute, because... if you are late for the bus, even for 5 minutes, you will get to the port to the ferry on your own - Ilya warns about this at the very beginning of the review.
The sightseeing tour went, as for me, at a good pace - on the one hand, we didn’t hang around “for half an hour” near any curiosity just not to get into the crowd, on the other hand, there was enough time to listen to the guide (headphones really contributed to this) , and snap a photo, and ask the price for souvenirs. Nevertheless, the city practically did not hook me : -). Maybe because he was originally assigned the role of Harlequin - “And they fill the break with me”, maybe I was just aiming at completely different cities at that moment... But, perhaps, I will return to this city and try to look at it more thoughtfully, because he (and its immediate surroundings) is worth it. By the way, during an excursion to Neptune (a picturesque fountain in the old city), I donated an “independent” penny : -) - I don’t know if the God of the sea is a numismatist, if he knows something ; -), but a trip across the sea from Poland to Sweden passed in complete calm - it could not be more comfortable!
Groups of Euro 2012 football fans gave a certain color to Danzig, which looked very exotic against the backdrop of the old city.
I don’t know if the Euro was to blame, or something else... In general, before the trip, I planned to buy something amber for myself in Gdansk. Alas, the prices for what attracted my attention were so !! !... that in my native Donetsk I can buy no worse and no matter how cheaper... : -( It's a pity that such a "souvenir" did not work out....And this is not only my observation / impression - it seems that an amber souvenir was planned (unsuccessfully) for at least half of our groups.
Here is the port, where a snow-white handsome ferry is waiting for us. If you are an experienced tourist, then you yourself understand that you need to take a minimum of things with you to your cabin, however, Ilya will draw your attention to this even on the train. So, on the ferry - firstly, of course, finding your cabin is easy, then go up to the upper deck and arrange a photo shoot at the time of departure, then to taste - or study the assortment of duty-free shops (rather modest compared to the return ferry), either taxi to one of the bars, or just relax in your cabin. Speaking of cabins - they are the size of a standard train compartment + in each bathroom (cramped, but tolerable). Those who paid for 2-bed cabins are simply accommodated in pairs - the upper shelves in the cabins are raised (I advise you to look there and take a second pillow for yourself - it’s a mystery to me personally how they can sleep on this petty misunderstanding ??? ). On both ferries, we lived on the upper decks (6-7 out of 11), only on the way there we got cabins "on board", i. e. with the presence of portholes, and on the way back the cabins were internal, that is, without a window, which, in the presence of a slight pitching, was slightly annoying.
Praising his tour, Ilya, as one of the advantages of the program, emphasizes the route Warsaw-Gdansk-Stockholm-Norway-Copenhagen-Gdynia-Warsaw. And I agree with him 100%! See for yourself - after the journey from your city to Kyiv, from Kyiv to Warsaw, from Warsaw to Gdansk, after a short excursion program, you have at least 18 hours of relative comfort and peace to recuperate (while the ferry is sailing... ).
And then there's Stockholm. Honestly, despite the whole array of previously studied material about the countries-cities of the tour, I was skeptical about this city... But now I know that as of the summer of 2012 I personally have cities and towns to which I am ready to return countless... this is Prague, this is Basel, this is Interlaken, this is Strasbourg, this is Honfleur, this is Salzburg, this is Munich and this is Stockholm… I have little doubt that this list will grow over time, but definitely will not decrease! These are cities that have caught my heart, cities where I would probably be happy just from the realization - “I live here! ”.
The tour of Stockholm began at the town hall, where we met with air tourists. Then there was the Knight's Island with a long photo pause, the center of Stockholm (not far from Kulterhuset we changed the currency), a leisurely progress towards Concerthuset, and there, at the fish market... a masterpiece was waiting for us. Otherwise, I can't call it. I don’t really like first courses, more precisely, I eat them just so as not to upset my mother (God bless her! ). But this fish soup. . . I gulped down a huge bowl of this Soup with the speed of a starving yard Bobby. I would also eat an additive, but alas - there was simply no room in the stomach anymore - the portion of soup is huge and terribly tasty - in the rich broth there were pieces of fish, and mussels, and shrimps, and something else unidentified... In general, I recommend Soup very insistently. And do not care that they serve it in a simple canteen in the corner of the fish market-supermarket. That doesn't stop it from being a masterpiece.
Slightly dazed, gurgling and reminding ourselves of a cartoon Waterman, although unlike him, we had Soup inside us, and not water, we got to the surface - the Fish Market is located indoors and the canteen in which we ate the masterpiece is located on the minus first floor. Staring at the windows of the market is also very interesting, well, I love seafood, but it so happened that I stared at them after eating and therefore I can note that the prices there, as well as throughout Scandinavia, are a bit high... although Beauty....On an empty stomach, I would definitely buy something for the evening : -).
On the surface we were greeted by a tedious fine rain. But for this case, a raincoat was in store in the backpack ; -). And it immediately became clear - and our group is experienced - 2/3 got raincoats of different styles, and the rest dabbled in umbrellas.
With a leisurely step, we headed to the Royal Garden, where a bonus from Ilya awaited us - on his personal connections, we went to the platform of the metro station for free - just to admire its design. It is indeed decorated in an interesting way, not a bit like the style of the Soviet Metro, but at the same time it is not faceless like in Paris, and it doesn’t look at all like the stations of the Rome Metro that are constantly being overhauled.
After the metro through the former royal garden, or rather, as I understood the former royal garden : -) we went to the palace in order to see the changing of the guard. The ceremony itself is quite funny and you can catch some cool shots, but in general - of course there is nothing supernatural in it.
After the ceremony, we headed to the Old Town - the highlight, or rather one of the highlights, of Stockholm. On the way, we looked at the Finnish church in the courtyard of which there is the smallest monument - who says that it is Nils, who simply sees himself in the iron boy in the face of a huge World... According to tourist beliefs - the boy needs to leave a coin and stroke his head - with his right hand - “to money", left - "to love. " I put a coin right away - our Ukrainian one, let the boy be happy . As for stroking... it didn’t work out right away, the time allotted by Ilya was clearly not enough for everyone (meaning stroking with photo fixation). Note - the collection point for the bus after free time is near the Royal Palace, a 10-minute quiet walk from the Finnish church, and we calmly went to the little boy at the finish line of free time and stroked, and threw another coin... I "took my money", for the future travel however, you - decide for yourself ; -)
Then there was the old town - narrow cobbled streets, Carslon's attic, a rune stone, the area of "bloody madness" surprisingly cozy and calm, Trotzig lane... After the tour, one more hour of free time. In my free time, I went to one of the observation platforms, part-time restaurant, in addition to the panorama, I also took hot chocolate. What does this mean in Swedish? I was handed a small tray containing a glass of hot milk, a cup of cream, and a cup of chocolate chips. That is, it is assumed that you yourself add cream and chocolate to the milk according to your taste. First of all, I took a sip of milk (pure without additives), then cream... and immediately fell into childhood... when on vacation (especially summer) every evening I accompanied my grandmother to milk a cow and there, without leaving the cow, I drank delicious live milk....Mmmm… I also really liked the hot chocolate that I got after “sipping” milk and cream, although judging by the communication in the group, not everyone liked it - the taste and color, as they say… This drink costs 70 crowns. Decide for yourself - to drink or not to drink.
Having gathered after free time, we went to settle in a hotel, which was located about half an hour from the center of Stockholm. The basic hotel of the tour in Stockholm, although not located in the center, is comfortable and relatively new. Almost opposite the entrance to the hotel - a supermarket, where after the settlement we managed to visit. In the same place, opposite the entrance, there is a bus stop going to the center. Internet was available in the room (Ilya took the password for us at the reception).
The next day, after a quite plentiful breakfast, in terms of the range and quantity of food offered, we headed to Skansen. Walking along the paths of this park was great, but... very fast ... You need to come to Skansen for the whole day, not for a couple of hours. Otherwise, alas, you will not get that pleasure. But, unfortunately, we were within a tight time frame - we walked (well, at least we didn’t run) past old houses, touching neat gardens (here’s someone’s job - you come, change into a traditional costume and plant a mini-garden for yourself - the size of an average flower bed - periodically distracted by photo shoots with tourists). Then there was a local zoo - almost all the animals treated us favorably - they posed to their heart's content, even the wolverine. That's just an elk... Apparently he was in a state from a classic joke, well, where “I drink, I drink, but I get worse and worse... ” In general, one of the symbols of Scandinavia completely ignored us.
After Skansen we had the Vasa Museum. The ship is certainly grandiose, but I did not like it. Looking ahead, I’ll say that the Fram Schooner Museum impressed me much more. And the point is not that you walk through the galleries around the Vase, but you can go to the Fram and feel it with your own hands. It's just that the fate of these ships is too different, they have a different aura.
Then there was Carl Miless Park. Personally, I have mixed feelings about this property. Individual sculptural compositions struck me with their "floating", and the rest... I apparently just did not understand. Well, at the end of a walk in the park, we were "caught" by heavy rain...
After the park, there was a visit to the TV tower with its observation gallery (by this moment the rain had subsided). From above, we were able to see for ourselves how green the city of Stockholm is, then return to the center, lunch on the recommendation of Ilya (very tasty, very much and relatively not expensive), an hour of free time “for souvenirs” and... return to the hotel. By the time we got ready for the “bus”, everyone was already quite well-groomed, no one was left to walk outside the program during the white nights/evenings around Stockholm. And although in general, Stockholm was not enough for me personally, but... at that time it was enough.
The next day was moving through Sweden to Oslo. On the way, we first turned into Sigtuna, the ancient capital, and now a sleepy village. I remember exactly this sleepiness, a magnificent panorama of the lake, a duck with a brood of ducklings near the shore, rune stones... and just a brilliant shop on the lake. You will immediately recognize this shop, it is rather a long wooden sofa. So - no matter how you hurry, sit down on this miracle at least for a minute, lean back, fix your eyes on the quiet waters of the lake... And feel the peace and perfection of this place to the marrow of your bones. It seems to me that you can spend hours and hours there without noticing the passage of time...
Alas, over time, we didn’t have much... In addition, I personally had a Problem! Even in Skansen, I noticed that something bad was going on with my old (relatively) and proven camera. I reassured myself that this was a problem with the screen on the camera, but alas... in the evening at the hotel, having thrown off and reviewed the footage of the day on the laptop, I was convinced that a small northern furry animal had come to my camera. I was almost in a panic, because Norway is ahead with its beauties - you can’t shoot them on your mobile, really...
After consulting with Ilya and sacrificing an excursion to Uppsala, I set off in search of a new camera. Time was running out, Ilya gave only a general direction to one of the shopping centers in which, alas, there was no photo store. Panic grew. Considering that, to my shame, I speak English rather poorly, the option of interviewing local residents in order to find what they were looking for was very vague... But then, in an inconspicuous corner of the shopping center, I noticed a photo printing shop and slightly perked up. You can certainly buy some very simple fotik there! A phlegmatic elderly Swede came out at the sound of the bell. Literally ten words and gestures, I shared my problem with him. Glancing at my messed up Olympus-ultrasound, he just shrugged his hands - there were the simplest "soap dishes" in the assortment and did not even begin to offer them to me. To my plaintive question - maybe there is a large photoshop nearby - he cheerfully answered "yes, it's over" and even tried to tell where it is. Remembering the classic anecdote - “don’t be smart, you show your finger” and remembering that upon arrival in Uppsala Ilya gave us maps of the city center, where he personally noted for me the location of this shopping center, I took this sheet into the light of God and asked me to draw on it route . It turned out that it was only a couple of blocks away, and yes, there was already a choice, though mostly DSLRs. Digital ultrasounds were represented by only two models - one Kenon and one Nikon. Already a more broken Swede of about forty tried to sell me something. Having honestly warned him that my English was very bad and that I needed something to replace the broken device (with a demonstration of the problem), I pretended to listen to his story how Kenon and Nikon differ from each other . In general, while packing Kenon, a spare battery and a couple of memory cards for me, the pleased Swede decided to ask where I came from such a poor speaker. Hearing "Ukraine", he said something similar to "yo-my" - just a couple of days before that, the Swedish team lost to the Ukrainian team at Euro 2012 : -). I confirmed “Ukraine, Euro, football” with a smile, and he happily assured me in response that the camera is entitled to a guarantee, but only in Sweden – they say if you come. I managed to return to the bus literally 10 minutes before the appointed time of collection, looking forward to how I would deal with the new toy. By the way, given the return of free taxes, this (as I later estimated) excellent camera cost me 10 percent more than I could buy it in Ukraine, which, given the force majeure, is very cool - and they also say that Sweden is an expensive country.
After Uppsala, we stopped briefly in Ö rebra and then, with a couple of “technical” stops, arrived in Oslo. Even before settling into the hotel, Ilya took us on a tour - in the area of the town hall, theaters and the embankment (fortunately, it didn’t get dark at all during the white nights season). I clicked my purchase to the fullest, studying different shooting modes, managing to plant both the main and spare batteries, which were clearly undercharged . By the end of the walk began to drizzle and we happily plunged into the bus went to the hotel. The temperature by that time had dropped to somewhere around 13-14 degrees, and therefore Ilya’s phrase “And when we stay at this hotel in the summer, we swim in the sea” was followed by a bewildered “In the summer? Now then what?? ? The room pleased me with the presence of a working heater - and although I realized that I was not going to the South, I still did not expect that this heater would make me so happy on vacation in mid-June. : -)
The next morning, Vigellan's sculpture park awaited us, and then the peninsula of Bygdey - the museums of Fram, Kon-Tiki.
When I was just going on a trip to Vigellan Park, I read a lot of things and saw photos from the park too. As if everything that I saw in the park was not completely “unexpected” for me. And yet, nevertheless, nevertheless... I could not perceive everything I saw in the set as “the cycle of human life, a set of basic feelings and emotions”, well, nothing... I was “hooked” by only a few compositions, let's say 10 percent, the rest... it was perceived, forgive me by aesthetes, as “banter on the topic”... And as far as I can judge from observations of my groupmates, I was not the only one who turned out to be... mundane. In general - a very ambiguous park.
But the Fram and Kon-Tiki museums for me are definitely a hymn to human courage, obsession (on the verge of recklessness) and a thirst for adventure. And if Fram turned out to be a little larger in size than I expected, then Kon-Tiki... mum-mia... Imagine traveling across the ocean on this raft... And although I read about this voyage at the age of 15, but see the raft in nature... and try to realize, to try on oneself... standing nearby, comparing the sizes, feeling... and to be honest, horrified... Naturally, everyone will evaluate it on the basis of their own scale, but for me these museums - both Kon-Tiki and Fram - have become a hymn to the human obsession with "one's own Idea" !
After the bus brought us to the Town Hall, to the point where the day before we began our acquaintance with Oslo. Free time Ilya gave us only 1.5 hours (why so - more on that later).
The first thing we naturally moved to the City Hall was to try to present ourselves as a Nobel laureate - but, alas, that day there was some kind of event in the City Hall and onlookers-tourists were not allowed inside. Having changed 20 euros for Norwegian kroner next to the town hall (mainly for the collection, since almost everywhere you can pay with a card, or with the same euros at the exchange rate) and looking at the Information Center, we headed (since we didn’t have time to climb to the fortress) to the embankment - a very picturesque place , especially the day before, it didn’t work out to the fullest to take pictures there.
Based on the fact of my stay in Oslo, I can’t say that he “amazed” me or at least “impressed” me, nevertheless, he “remembered” me. A solid city - probably quite comfortable to live in it. And let there be no historical "highlights"... My hometown also cannot boast of a "rich past", although the places themselves are 100% historical.
On this day - the main day of acquaintance with Oslo and the day of moving to Stalheim - Ilya, based on the weather forecast for the coming days and taking advantage of the “long” day due to the white nights, organized for us, as for me, the extreme of the tour - a boat trip along Sognefjord.
How great it is... The fjord, the sun hanging immediately over the mountains, the seagulls fussing around the boat, the oncoming cargo ship from afar seemed like a boat... Impressions and emotions are in full swing! Take my word for it and take a couple of photos : -) this is the most memorable moment of the tour!
The walk ended in Flå m harbor, where our bus pulled up and from where it was a stone's throw to the hotel in Stalheim. The hotel is located in a picturesque place, on a ledge above the gorge and above the waterfall. From our room there was direct access to the terrace, which had a simply gorgeous view. In the vicinity of the hotel there is a place to wander - there are several tourist hiking trails of varying difficulty, next to the hotel there is a small open-air ethno-museum with traditional Norwegian huts. However, the hotel is also perceived as an exhibit of an open-air museum.
The trip to the glacier started with a visit to a large souvenir shop in Flå m. Considering that this store gives a good discount for a group, it makes sense to buy souvenirs here, including sweaters, of which there is a wide choice. After that there was the Aurlandwegen road, also known as the Romek Loop - a trip along a chic serpentine with hairpin turns with stops for photo pauses.
From the bus parking lot to the Nigardsbreen glacier, you need to walk along the trail for about 30 minutes. In season 2/3 of the way you can sail on a small boat (free of charge, capacity of 20 people, it seems to go every 15-20 minutes). The last stretch of the path along flat rocks - you need not to relax, otherwise it is easy to twist your leg. The glacier itself is awesome blue. About ten meters from the ice, a fence was stretched - it is not advisable to go any further - the melted ice can collapse, but... this usually does not stop “ours”. From under the ice, several streams flowing into the lake originate, the water in which is naturally icy and very tasty.
While tourists are like chamois jumping over rocks and ice : -) a hot lunch is being prepared for them in the parking lot - kulesh and grilled sausages. Well, it’s over, almost everyone has a “warming” with them (by the way, it’s cool on the glacier). It’s a pity we didn’t manage to fully enjoy dinner - it started to rain again and we had to quickly round off.
On the way back to the hotel, we drove through the longest of the car tunnels, the Lerdal Tunnel, which has three turnaround areas decorated with interesting lighting - on one of them we stopped for five minutes to take a picture.
The next day's program included a trip to Bergen with a stop at the Tvindefossen waterfall. But even before the planned photo stop, we were lucky to see a chic natural mirror - in the surface of the lake, the low gloomy sky, green shores with bright houses, and boats near the shore were reflected almost without distortion. Fearing that tourists, trying to take this beauty out of the window, will overturn the bus from zeal : -), Ilya ordered “photo-stop” and barely managed to warn the most frisky ones - “The main thing is not to go out onto the pontoon near the coast - you will break the mirror! ”. We didn’t break the mirror, but we just managed to click on a dozen frames when it started to drizzle and that’s all... only memories remained of the mirror surface (well, our photographs : -)).
Bergen met with a gloomy sky, but at first there was no rain. Without rain, we managed to walk around the Hanseatic quarter, the fish market (taste the whale steak) and reach the monument to Grieg. In general, just by the end of the tour, it poured from the sky. But nevertheless, several enthusiasts climbed Flaine and, according to them, from above it was even visible through the rain, which subsided just at the end of free time...
The way back from Stalheim to Oslo lay across the Hardangervidda plateau - it would be interesting to get there in early autumn, for sure a colorful sight. We stopped at the Voringfossen waterfall, but... at the same time as we did, a small cloud stopped at the waterfall ; -) and the waterfall was not completely visible. The Saami hut on the pass pleased with double-glazed windows in the windows - however, progress in building technologies has reached the small peoples of the North : -). Oslo again met with rain and piercing wind, so we did not stay in the capital of Norway for long on the way back. We spent the night that day near the border with Sweden in a quiet and peaceful town. In the morning, at the Norwegian-Swedish border, they received the already accumulated “tax-free”.
And here we are again in Sweden. The weather this time pleased - the sun in the whole sky, warm (almost hot). Gothenburg and Malmö are remembered for their sensible combination of old and new, I especially liked Malmö on the waterfront not far from the local residential "skyscraper". And the Ø ressunbrü n bridge is simply a masterpiece. The hotel in Copenhagen is located near the sea and from the coast to the bridge there is a very good panorama.
Copenhagen. Compared to Swedish and Norwegian cities, it’s just a bubbling cauldron - noisier, more crowded, alas, a little dirty... In addition, a lot of things are being rebuilt and restored in the center, I immediately remembered a rhyme from my childhood about construction : -) - “there is such , there is such, something howls, something digs... ". I recommend not to miss a boat trip - a lot of beautiful and interesting views.
In general, I really liked the city - it is alive and real, especially because on the second day allotted for Denmark, I didn’t go to the “palaces”, but went for a walk around Copenhagen and from the different “beautiful things” I saw the day before, he gathered into a single puzzle.
Alas, all good things come to an end. The final stage of our journey passed on a sad note, I didn’t want to return, but... I had to.
The dream came true and did not disappoint. On the contrary, a burning desire to repeat settled in my soul. And yet, for sure, in a year or two, I will go on this tour again, but already at the end of the season - you have to look at the Scandinavian autumn, for sure it is very beautiful.
