Copenhagen

Endlich kann ich mal ein Stück Video präsentieren, das ich selbst gemacht habe. Es ist in den letzten Tagen für die Plattform Cities for Cyclists entstanden.

Just two pictures of a temporary "building" that I found on my way to work the other day.

On my way home from work today I meet this friendly guy on his Bullitt. He takes home part of what is left after a renovation at a friend's house. He uses the Bullitt all over Copenhagen and he never drives a car. "I really like this bike a lot, it is a good Danish product." I can see.

"No Main Residence in Germany". This is the first official step North.

Working at a real bike company means to work with real bike people. Here are bikes of two of my colleagues, who own 6 respectively 12 more bikes :-)

The modern cargo bike: the Bullitt from Copenhagen

A traditional cargo bike: The Long John

Tempora mutantur, nos et mutamur in illis.

Therefore I show you some impressions from my latest visit in the town that will be my home soon...

The reason why it has been so quite here in the last few weeks is: I moved house - no, not to Copenhagen. I moved for a job back to Germany. Soon more about it, maybe.

This weekend I have been to Copenhagen. Winter wonderland. One impression from there. No good idea to place your bicycle under a broken rain pipe :-)

In Copenhagen I stay for four days. I stroll through the town, watch people, talk to bikers, bike dealers, bike builders and bike activists. This town is absolutely depending on bikes. I also visit Rosenborg Castle and Christiania, a kind of freetown within Copenhagen and an interesting social experiment in full life size.

Then I leave Copenhagen with very mixed feelings. On one hand I am heading for Sweden and I am exited about a new country. On the other hand my time in Copenhagen was great. The city is disarming, seems to be very liveable and totally bicycle moved. The people are friendly, open, active. My two couchsurfing hosts also played an important role in my good experiences in Copenhagen. So, it is hard to leave. Something in me wants to stay.

After one day in Flensburg I am definitely in for a new country. I enter Denmark on 2 June. And immediately things go different than I planned. I wanted to go to the island Ærø, crossing it, hopping over to Langeland and reach Lolland from there. Good plan I thought. The map told me the boat would go from Mommark. But I can find no information about it in the harbour. "No, they bought a larger boat in November and this one does not fit into our harbour any more. You have to go to Fynshav, 10 km north from here" the nice lady of the kiosk tells me. Okay, let's go to Fynshav.