After returning back to Denmark last night, we decided to spend some more time around the capital. We we’re hoping to do this by bicycle, as nobody walks in this city and we were offered to use our hosts’ for the day. Embarrassingly, the bikes were a little too big for us, so biking was quickly ruled out as a quicker way to get around. So we went for a walk, this time heading in the direction of the Christianshavn borough in search for “The Green Light District”. Whilst we had no idea what we were looking for, we soon found ourselves inside it.
We were walking along a lake when people started getting fewer and fewer. The houses looked almost abandoned and there was definitely a feeling in the air that something was going on. It turns out this whole area, named Freetown Christiania, or at least a large part of it, is lived in by squatters, but their homes were pretty impressive. Some looked a little worn down yet very artsy, others were made of big bits of material, or even just windows, stuck together, but they were all still surprisingly homeley. As we walked further in, we saw a sign stating:
Rule 1: Have fun.
Rule 2: Don’t run. We don’t want to cause a panic.
Rule 3: No photography. The buying and selling of hash is still illegal
Obviously I didn’t get any photographs, though below are a couple of images of the surrounding area, but it was a colourful environment and the crowds seemed like a very friendly and close community.
Walking back through the city, we went for a cocktail in a bar called Streckers.
Overhearing the conversations behind us, we decided to join an English speaking couple and two Indian men, who were discussing Cornwall, which is where we were living before travelling, and about visiting Malmo tomorrow, which we were also planning on doing. After a few more drinks, and some red wine off there couple, we made our way to a blues bar called Mojo. Now a little tipsy, we spent the evening listening to some amazing live music (We love F.W.Smolls!), making friends with an Iranian/German band who were supporting, shushing a drunken Danish man, and then finding ourselves eating McDonalds in the train station at 2am and having to get a taxi home.