Essex to Copenhagen

It's been an eventful couple of days. The trip to our ferry (or 'cruise ship' as the Danes preferred to call it - a ship it was, a cruise it wasn't) was relatively uneventful. Andy did get abused 5 times though, for his driving through Essex. Eighteen hours on a ferry is enough to drive anyone mad, but the only entertainment was a Scottish piece called Dave, a fish restaurant and plenty of vibrations. Needless to say Andy slept like a new born baby, I stayed wide awake, forced to listen to ze Germans in the next cabin fornicating, then arguing. This was made worse by the fact that I forgot my Ipod. We also learned that Red Bull is banned in Denmark, a worrying concept for anyone who knows Andy...

Thankfully, things looked up as we entered Danish waters, the sun was out and I learned that Danes didn't like to wear bras. Also, they're incredibly polite, happily getting out of the way of the Brits thundering past on the motorway. They have signs which say 'Fart Kontrol'. This was enough to keep me pleased, along with the obscene 12km long bridge we crossed.



We were welcomed to Copenhagen by the offices of Dong Energy (above), which seemed fitting.

Most of the readership should be familiar with 'Mitchellisms' by now. EuroBean's first, occurred on arrival at the hotel - whilst Andy was parking the car, I was handing over my credit card to pay for my room. Rather than politely saying 'Thank you', as the receptionist returned my card, I just uttered the word 'Lesbian'. I clearly left my brain on the bridge. Awkwardness and embarrassment naturally ensued.

Copenhagen is stupidly expensive by the way. It cost £50 to park the car on the street, and the ATMs only issue the Krone equivalent of £50 notes. Those that know me well, will also be pleased that I entered and loved Wagamama's.

And the girls are hot. Andy has been fascinated by the quality of their footwear.

Tomorrow we will be going to the Absolut Ice Bar, neatly nestled in our hotel gardens. Andy + Vodka = ???