Malmø for a Night

Danish classes finished this week, and this was clearly cause for much celebration. Thursday night was big enough for most people to not show up to collect their test results on Friday. I passed the test, which means that I'm now officially bad at Danish. I bought my first Danish souvenir too - a laptop with three extra keys.... æ, å and ø. That's what I call value for money. Pity i can't pronounce them or distinguish them from the other vowels....

On Friday arvo, international students descended on Malmø, Sweden. In about the same time as it takes to catch a train from Blackburn to the city, and with far fewer ticket inspectors, we were in another country for a night out. There may be even more blondes in Sweden than in Denmark, but something that is certainly different is that in Malmø they were selling moose kebabs. Not cow, not sheep, not chicken. Moose. Even though the night was one of those special nights were you know a kebab will hit the spot (early dinner, a night of drinking), I chose to wait until I returned to the more familiar shawarma stores back in Copenhagen.

The festival was an eclectic mix of goths, ravers and families, who all merged seamlessly in the open parks in the middle of town. There were about 4 stages with different acts, but I for one was content enjoying the music from the bustle in the street, considering the main music options last night were a crazy swedish pop band or some light-hearted death metal.

As for the kebab back in copenhagen, it was possibly the best I have ever had. The quality of the late night lamb sandwich all depends on the circumstance, and there's nothing like having just spent a night out in another country. Speaking of which, tomorrow night I will be Rejkjavik, Iceland. We'll have a Rav4 from Monday to cruise around the island in, picking up hot icelandic chicks on the way of course. Although if we do, we might have to jettison some passengers (i'm looking at you, Bev and Stampy).

Cheers,
Ben