We are slowly trying to resume something that looks like a normal life here, and so that means finding a climbing gym. The good news is we found a really awesome one in Refshaleøen (Københavns Klatrecenter Blocs & Walls). The bad news is its in Denmark, so to do anything except bouldering we need a special Danish safety certificate that costs a whole pile of kronuts to get… I guess we are about to get really good at bouldering while looking longingly at these awesomely tall top-rope and lead climbing routes:
A lovely thing about this gym is that you ride past some nice scenery while getting there and back, especially now the sun is setting so late. Ant will be very upset if I don’t mention at this point that he chooses very good scenic routes for us to take, and that he is always right and therefore I should not argue with him, even when it looks like his chosen path is a terrible option (which in my defence, it often does).
I will grudgingly concede he was right about this particular route home.
It was on our way home that we saw the best thing we have seen in Denmark so far: the hot-tub-boat (or boat-hot-tub?). Hard to know what to call this, but it seems to provide incontrovertible proof that the Danes are both amazing geniuses and unhinged crazy people:
It was basically a boat, that was also a hot tub with a wood fired heater, and with a drinks esky trailing behind in the cold water. Every so often one of them would roll back out of the tub into the cold harbour, and then scramble back in to the tub. These guys really know how to live.
I now need to know how I can commandeer one for myself, or failing that make one from scratch – Wayno, a retirement project for you maybe? I’ll start drawing up plans…
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