DAY 22: Copenhagen (Kanalhuset Apartments)

An odd day.

We woke up to clear skies - and probably the best weather we've had since we arrived in Copenhagen. But Jim also woke up feeling sick - somewhere between the flu and gastro. He was convinced it was the food at the fish and chip place last night.

We went out for a walk and some breakfast, to see if that would make him feel better, but it definitely didn't and he didn't want to eat anything. (It didn't stop me having a coffee and something called a Christmas Focaccia, which was stuffed with salami and cheese and pickled cabbage. The bread also, was a strange red colour - presumably festive food colouring.)

Jim came back to the room for a sleep and I headed out to stroll around the area. There are lots of streets and directions we haven't explored, as we are usually heading towards the Metro. 

There is a fabulous church tower near the apartment with a wonderful spiral staircase which I've been wanting to climb so I thought that would be a perfect thing to do. However, being a Sunday, lots of other people had the same idea and I was going to have to wait two hours to get my turn. (I'll try again tomorrow, when it's likely to be less busy.)

Our Saviour's Church spire

I came back to check on Jim and found him still sleeping, so I headed out again to the other side of the canal and found a skating rink, lots of cafes, lots of bikes and lots of interesting houses, which I quite enjoyed.

When I came back to the apartment again, Jim was trying to look up the closest pharmacy where we could buy some paracetamol. Copenhagen is very light on pharmacies in general and the closest one that was actually open on a Sunday was half an hour away and would involve two different Metro lines. By this time, of course, it was raining - but I loyally set out. Jim was in no state to venture out on public transport.

I didn't mind. It was actually an adventure to be out by myself. It doesn't happen often overseas for me.

Jim was hoping for some Codral but the pharmacist sternly informed me that they don't mix medications like that in Denmark and I would have to make do with some paracetamol. I think that is probably the most important ingredient in Codral anyway. It was an hour round trip, so I was a bit damp by the time I got back to the apartment.

The paracetamol seemed to help, so I thought it was time I had some food, even though Jim wasn't interested, so I went out to a local bakery for a coffee and a bun. I also ventured out later to the same bakery for a mini pizza (while ostensibly being on a trip to buy more water).

So, our last day in Copenhagen was very lazy, and also involved cancelling a dinner reservation at a very exclusive restaurant, which I was sorry about. But at least, we had nothing else planned and it wasn't a travel day or a food tour day, which would have been awful!

Here's hoping tomorrow is better.