Day 67: The Day of the Øresund Bridge

Thursday 22nd September

Onwards from our picturesque campsite we set our sights on Copenhagen, the last stop on our tour of the Scandinavian capitals. It turned out to be a beautiful drive through the lakes and fjords punctured by scatterings of idyllic island retreats. We then crossed the Øresund Bridge that connects the Swedish city of Malmo to Copenhagen, Denmark. This magnificent piece of engineering is the longest combined road and rail bridge in Europe running nearly 8km from the Swedish coast to the artificial island of Peberholm in the middle of the strait.

The Øresund Bridge
The 4km Drogden Tunnel then completes the crossing to the Danish Island of Amager. Despite the eye watering toll of €48 the spectacular views of the Øresund strait certainly made up for not being able to eat for the rest of the day. This set a predictable precedent for the rest of the day. Not just a burning hole in our pockets, the whole thing was ablaze. It was £6.50 a pint for Christ’s sake! Anyway, enough about how poor us students are; it’s expensive, we get it.

After a pleasant lunch we made a vague attempt to sightsee before settling in a nearby park to drink some beer and watch the world go by. We were even honoured enough to be waited on hand and foot by a couple of gentlemen collecting empty beer cans for the recycling. At this point the topic of future plans cropped up in conversation as we still didn’t have a fixed end date or even a reason to return to the UK at all. We had originally toyed with the idea of driving to Krakow so we could visit Auschwitz, however after one split-second look at the map we realised what an idiotic suggestion that was.  


Copenhagen, Denmark
When we hit the tiles later that evening, the student lifestyle once again consumed us. No matter how old you are, when the drinking game “Never Have I Ever” gets suggested everyone groans but somehow you end up playing it anyway. It provides an overtly personal insight into the lives of strangers that you didn’t ask for. Usual night out behaviour was restored for Alf who in his typical intrusive fashion attempted to defuse a developing dispute between an absolutely stacked African American man and the hostel receptionist. Rather than acting the peacekeeper, Alf lectured the man, through slurring words, on the importance of approaching such scenarios in a diplomatic and gentlemanly way. Unsurprisingly this aggravated the situation even more as the irate American was now remonstrating with everyone within a 3m radius. Rather than step in, we just sat back with our popcorn and enjoyed the late night viewing; we couldn’t wait to see the arrogant yank render our dear friend unconscious.

Posted by: Rich