<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6529904696670615598</id><updated>2011-11-24T13:00:28.287+01:00</updated><category term='Desert'/><category term='Wales'/><category term='Publishing'/><category term='Tunisia'/><category term='Awards'/><category term='Copenhagen'/><category term='Denmark'/><category term='Cornwall'/><category term='Big Cities'/><category term='Great Britain'/><category term='Africa'/><category term='Faroe Islands'/><category term='Quaint Villages'/><category term='Islands'/><category term='Europe'/><category term='England'/><title type='text'>Very Special Places</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://veryspecialplaces.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6529904696670615598/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://veryspecialplaces.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Alexandra Crocodile</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03018596012893869692</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UykDZA9XE50/TLZQE8TvRBI/AAAAAAAAA5A/dPZFsDkyx3g/S220/IMG_5335.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>10</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6529904696670615598.post-3504880881552091324</id><published>2010-11-07T14:13:00.011+01:00</published><updated>2010-11-07T15:36:47.009+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Quaint Villages'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Awards'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Great Britain'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Europe'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Wales'/><title type='text'>Devil's Bridge, October 2010</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UykDZA9XE50/TNawzh9eX7I/AAAAAAAAA8c/Tmj3c2B_Bis/s1600/IMG_8381.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5536807191234633650" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UykDZA9XE50/TNawzh9eX7I/AAAAAAAAA8c/Tmj3c2B_Bis/s320/IMG_8381.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Devil's Bridge (Welsh: Pontafyrnach, meaning "the bridge over the Mynach") is a funny place. Enchanting and very quaint, it has an eerie feel to it, and is a must if you live in the Aberystwyth-area. The summer is obviously the best time to go there, especially if you're travelling from Aberystwyth. The Vale of Rheidol steam train travels from Aberystwyth to Devil's Bridge from Easter until the end of October (adult return fares £14), and is a great way to get there. The train takes about one hour (making a short stop halfway there to refill the coal), and you can choose to sit in the open aired carriage or the closed one. Either way, it's a scenic and very enjoyable ride.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5536808192241082706" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UykDZA9XE50/TNaxtzAAoVI/AAAAAAAAA9E/dqC9WkqjooQ/s320/IMG_8380.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UykDZA9XE50/TNartA-9fEI/AAAAAAAAA78/8IAJ_PSD1v8/s1600/IMG_8274.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5536801581745142850" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UykDZA9XE50/TNartA-9fEI/AAAAAAAAA78/8IAJ_PSD1v8/s320/IMG_8274.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt; Scenic views from the train.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UykDZA9XE50/TNarsUO08hI/AAAAAAAAA70/jChiGZMpifM/s1600/IMG_8267.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5536801569732096530" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UykDZA9XE50/TNarsUO08hI/AAAAAAAAA70/jChiGZMpifM/s320/IMG_8267.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In Devil's Bridge, there's a small hotel and a couple of non-descript diners, and that's about it. The hotel was built in the last century to accommodate all the tourists who came to see the bridges, and has a very cosy country-feel to it. Great place to stop for sandwiches after the nature trail!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can see the bridges from the road, but the best way to see the surrounding woodlands and the wonder of the old bridges is to do the one-hour nature trail. Sensible shoes, please. And shorts, if you've got the legs:) &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Walking the nature trail, you will see: &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UykDZA9XE50/TNarulsWCLI/AAAAAAAAA8U/kkUcYLk1q6w/s1600/IMG_8305.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5536801608779040946" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UykDZA9XE50/TNarulsWCLI/AAAAAAAAA8U/kkUcYLk1q6w/s320/IMG_8305.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;em&gt;Friendly birds&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UykDZA9XE50/TNaruE48bhI/AAAAAAAAA8M/3wRzhniAbfc/s1600/IMG_8288.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5536801599973518866" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UykDZA9XE50/TNaruE48bhI/AAAAAAAAA8M/3wRzhniAbfc/s320/IMG_8288.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt; Ruined iron-age fortresses.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UykDZA9XE50/TNaxs_m2_eI/AAAAAAAAA80/jgvnEPamVGs/s1600/IMG_8334.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5536808178445385186" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UykDZA9XE50/TNaxs_m2_eI/AAAAAAAAA80/jgvnEPamVGs/s320/IMG_8334.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;em&gt;Robber's cave (see &lt;a href="http://friendsandcrocodiles.blogspot.com/2010/11/robbers-cave.html"&gt;main blog&lt;/a&gt; for full story).&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UykDZA9XE50/TNaxFoV9PPI/AAAAAAAAA8s/MeIckQ92NkI/s1600/IMG_8320.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5536807502185577714" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UykDZA9XE50/TNaxFoV9PPI/AAAAAAAAA8s/MeIckQ92NkI/s320/IMG_8320.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt; An impressive waterfall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UykDZA9XE50/TNaxFYQ2msI/AAAAAAAAA8k/FjzwJWDvtFA/s1600/IMG_8315.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5536807497869204162" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UykDZA9XE50/TNaxFYQ2msI/AAAAAAAAA8k/FjzwJWDvtFA/s320/IMG_8315.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;em&gt;"Jacob's Ladder", a set of very steep stairs leading down into the valley.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UykDZA9XE50/TNarti1PDPI/AAAAAAAAA8E/p9mH2ZBvFxc/s1600/IMG_8281.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5536801590831156466" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UykDZA9XE50/TNarti1PDPI/AAAAAAAAA8E/p9mH2ZBvFxc/s320/IMG_8281.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt; And of course the three bridges (the top one out of view, it was covered due to maintenance work). &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;So why is it called Devil's Bridge?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;There are several legends, but the most popular one goes as follows:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Many centuries ago, there was an old woman walking in the woods, looking for her cow. She found it on the other side of the ravine, and had no way to retrieve it. Suddenly the Devil appeared, and told her that he could build a bridge so she could go get her cow. In return he wanted the first soul that crossed the bridge. The Devil was sneaky, thinking that he'd get the old woman's soul, but she was too clever for him. The next morning, the bridge was built, and the woman came to see it. She threw a piece of bread onto the bridge and her dog ran to get it, thereby becoming the first soul to cross the bridge. The Devil was furious, because he didn't want the dog. He dissappeared in a rage and has never again been seen in Wales.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;The bottom bridge, supposedly built by the Devil, was actually built in 1070-1200 by the monks of the Strata Florida abbey (now in ruins). The second bridge was built in 1753, and the last bridge in 1901.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UykDZA9XE50/TNaxtsgY65I/AAAAAAAAA88/N3NAScgJJmA/s1600/IMG_8363.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5536808190497844114" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UykDZA9XE50/TNaxtsgY65I/AAAAAAAAA88/N3NAScgJJmA/s320/IMG_8363.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt; It's all water under the bridge now anyway...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's not water under the bridge is the fantastic award I got from &lt;a href="http://michelleteacress.blogspot.com/"&gt;Michelle Teacress&lt;/a&gt;! This is the first award my travel blog has gotten, and it's very happy about it (it gets jealous at the big sister, you know). Thanks so much, Michelle! Anyone who likes journeys of any kind may have this award:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UykDZA9XE50/TNa5VVpfxMI/AAAAAAAAA9U/sr1n11-Sdao/s1600/journey+support,+michelle+teacress.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 146px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5536816568138187970" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UykDZA9XE50/TNa5VVpfxMI/AAAAAAAAA9U/sr1n11-Sdao/s320/journey+support,+michelle+teacress.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6529904696670615598-3504880881552091324?l=veryspecialplaces.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://veryspecialplaces.blogspot.com/feeds/3504880881552091324/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://veryspecialplaces.blogspot.com/2010/11/devils-bridge-october-2010.html#comment-form' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6529904696670615598/posts/default/3504880881552091324'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6529904696670615598/posts/default/3504880881552091324'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://veryspecialplaces.blogspot.com/2010/11/devils-bridge-october-2010.html' title='Devil&apos;s Bridge, October 2010'/><author><name>Alexandra Crocodile</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03018596012893869692</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UykDZA9XE50/TLZQE8TvRBI/AAAAAAAAA5A/dPZFsDkyx3g/S220/IMG_5335.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UykDZA9XE50/TNawzh9eX7I/AAAAAAAAA8c/Tmj3c2B_Bis/s72-c/IMG_8381.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6529904696670615598.post-8844566195753894879</id><published>2010-09-22T15:48:00.011+02:00</published><updated>2010-10-08T11:06:42.867+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Quaint Villages'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Faroe Islands'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Islands'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Denmark'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Europe'/><title type='text'>Denmark + The Faroe Islands, August 2010.</title><content type='html'>Many Norwegians go to Denmark to buy cheap food and visit Legoland. Most opt for a ferry instead of flying, and the ferry company Color Line has a ferry that uses 4 hours from Larvik to Hirtshals. It's a nice, clean ferry with modern furniture and lots of shops. Jylland, the peninsula we visited, has two large cities; Aarhus (stop here is you have the chance) and Aalborg (don't bother with this one). On the very tip of the peninsula lies Skagen; a summery seaside village that used to attract bohemian artists and the like. Very cute, and definitely with a stop. But that's not where I went on this trip. I went to:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Denmark:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do stop by:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Løkken:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stopped here on our way back to Norway, and was very pleasantly surpised. I had expected a tacky, commercialised place, but found cobbled streets, old buildings, nice restaurants and sweet shops. Definitely worth a stop if you need a rest from driving, want to go swimming, or have a nice meal in one of the many eateries.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Don't bother with:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Aabybro:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Stopped here on the way to Hanstholm, but if you don't need to, don't. There is really nothing to see here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Thisted:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Lacks personality, but is famous for being one of those villages that Norwegians stay in during the summer. Larger than Aabybro, but just as uninteresting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Hanstholm:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Smyril Line's ferries to the Faroes and Iceland depart from this miniscule village, so during the summer months every guest at the two hotels are people who are taking the early morning ferry. We were no exception. Stayed at the Hotell Hanstholm, which was very nice, and they had a pool table for the kids, and free Wi-Fi. Hanstholm city centre is very small. Ate at «La Pizza» in the shopping centre, which was decent and cheap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;The Faroe Islands:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;M/S Norröna:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had a nice cabin with a window (or is it port-hole in ship-speak?). Rather large ship, with lots of bars, restaurants, a cinema, swimming pool (icy water!), kids' show and more. When it comes to eating, you have three options for lunch and dinner: Cafeteria-food, buffet in the buffet-restaurant, or the á la carte restaurant. I'm not a huge buffet-fan, because I always find the food poor quality and never eat enough to accommodate the price. But I tried having lunch in the cafeteria. Not recommended, unless you like tasteless, boring food. Dinner in the á la carte-restaurant was very nice, but rather expensive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Tórshavn:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stayed at the «Hotel Hafnia», which was very central and really, really nice. Free Wi-Fi, large, light rooms, friendly staff. The breakfast was fantastic; homemade jam and müesli with chocolate and walnuts, croissants, eggs and bacon etc. On the whole, a really great hotel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tórshavn is very small, but very pretty. Take a walk in Vidarlundi; a rather grand park in the city centre. There are lush lawns, sparkling rivers and boulders there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Above Vidarlundi is the city's only shopping centre; «SMS». This has all the usual shops, a Burger King and a decent coffee shop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eating: Etika sushi restaurant opposite Hotel Hafnia has fantastic sushi, Kusmi tea, imported beer, sake, and everything you could ever desire (if you like sushi). This is probably the one «hip» restaurant in Tórshavn, so it's often fully booked i the evenings. Prices are reasonable, and they have a fantastic childrens' menu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UykDZA9XE50/TJoL5AHKDxI/AAAAAAAAAwg/C5OVkmU_ZQg/s1600/DSC_0277.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 213px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5519737367206432530" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UykDZA9XE50/TJoL5AHKDxI/AAAAAAAAAwg/C5OVkmU_ZQg/s320/DSC_0277.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt; Etika sushi restaurant. Yummy!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UykDZA9XE50/TJoL4_BQ7wI/AAAAAAAAAwY/m9kbjJj4abc/s1600/DSC_0248.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 213px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5519737366913281794" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UykDZA9XE50/TJoL4_BQ7wI/AAAAAAAAAwY/m9kbjJj4abc/s320/DSC_0248.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;em&gt;Tòrshavn harbour.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UykDZA9XE50/TJoL4p6fiQI/AAAAAAAAAwQ/hMb0K4-rDe4/s1600/DSC_0184.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 213px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5519737361247734018" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UykDZA9XE50/TJoL4p6fiQI/AAAAAAAAAwQ/hMb0K4-rDe4/s320/DSC_0184.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;em&gt;Boulders in Vidarlundi.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UykDZA9XE50/TJoL4c5BnyI/AAAAAAAAAwI/t838Kgf9bMg/s1600/DSC_0172.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 213px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5519737357751918370" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UykDZA9XE50/TJoL4c5BnyI/AAAAAAAAAwI/t838Kgf9bMg/s320/DSC_0172.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;em&gt;Vidarlundi main path.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UykDZA9XE50/TJoL3ytKMII/AAAAAAAAAwA/t14dmU5tnH4/s1600/DSC_0166.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 213px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5519737346427859074" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UykDZA9XE50/TJoL3ytKMII/AAAAAAAAAwA/t14dmU5tnH4/s320/DSC_0166.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt; House overlooking Vidarlundi. Such a serene view!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Kyrkjebøur:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We met up with a couple of Faroese friends we met in Cornwall (of all places), and after a coffee at &lt;em&gt;Baresso&lt;/em&gt; in SMS shopping centre, they showed us this little place with great historic importance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kyrkjebøur used to be the capital of the Faroe Islands. Tòrshavn was where they held their &lt;em&gt;ting&lt;/em&gt;; a parliament of sorts, but was only used once a year or so. Gradually, however, shops popped up, and people started living there. Soon Kyrkjebøur became a deserted little village, much like it is today. But a thousand years ago, the place was thriving. The Bishop had his seat here; in a house that is still inhabited, making it the oldest house in the world that is still lived in. The roof on this house was actually brought from Norway, and is a thousand years old! On the hill behind the Bishop's house is a small cave, which is where one of Norway's greatest viking kings was supposedly born (on the wrong side of the blanket, of course). The ruins of a cathedral still remains, and there is a picturesque little church there that is still in use.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our friends live in a village called &lt;strong&gt;Skarvanes&lt;/strong&gt;, though I don't know if they can actually call it a village, seeing as they're the only ones who live there:) Talking to locals really upped my impression of the Faroe Islands; you get such a different view of a place, so this is highly reccommended!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 213px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5519738984581772066" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UykDZA9XE50/TJoNXJTfMyI/AAAAAAAAAwo/d3_fvKaZlGc/s320/DSC_0435.JPG" /&gt;&lt;em&gt;The Bishop's house.&lt;/em&gt; &lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 213px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5519738988309547218" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UykDZA9XE50/TJoNXXMQiNI/AAAAAAAAAww/hy7NDrS2jNk/s320/DSC_0450f.JPG" /&gt;&lt;em&gt;See the little red circle? I made that:) It shows the entrance to the cave that Sverre (great viking king mentioned above) was born in!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Gjògv (pronounced Jugf):&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This small fishing village is very representative for all other villages on the Faroe Islands, we were told. The reason this village is «famous» is because it has a guest house, unlike many of the other villages. Located on the island of Eysturoy, and is relatively easy to find (not many roads on the Faroes). Nevertheless, you should definitely hire a car. The distances aren't huge (spent approx. 2 hours from Tòrshavn to Gjògv, including stops), but the bus service isn't great. Stopped by &lt;strong&gt;Kollafjørdur&lt;/strong&gt; and &lt;strong&gt;Eidi &lt;/strong&gt;on the way, but they were so small that you didn't have time to stop until you were out of the village. Many of these villages are along a street, usually only a couple of block long.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gjògv is a picturesque little village, and looks very much like small Norwegian villages did 50 odd years ago (I imagine). The Faroes didn't get electricity until the 60's, and television came in the 80's.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UykDZA9XE50/TJoPKP4_mwI/AAAAAAAAAxY/TlIV-UWTjFs/s1600/DSC_0403.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 213px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5519740962034653954" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UykDZA9XE50/TJoPKP4_mwI/AAAAAAAAAxY/TlIV-UWTjFs/s320/DSC_0403.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;em&gt;Detail from Gjògv.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UykDZA9XE50/TJoPJvi8kYI/AAAAAAAAAxQ/Jnhc92go_L0/s1600/DSC_0354.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 213px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5519740953352245634" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UykDZA9XE50/TJoPJvi8kYI/AAAAAAAAAxQ/Jnhc92go_L0/s320/DSC_0354.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt; View of Gjògv on the way down.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UykDZA9XE50/TJoPJV9ms8I/AAAAAAAAAxI/jfp5LB3oaa4/s1600/DSC_0306.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 213px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5519740946484736962" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UykDZA9XE50/TJoPJV9ms8I/AAAAAAAAAxI/jfp5LB3oaa4/s320/DSC_0306.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt; A sheep along the highway.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UykDZA9XE50/TJoPJDPebfI/AAAAAAAAAxA/s1E1hu-WpaQ/s1600/DSC_0297.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 213px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5519740941459418610" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UykDZA9XE50/TJoPJDPebfI/AAAAAAAAAxA/s1E1hu-WpaQ/s320/DSC_0297.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;em&gt;And another one...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UykDZA9XE50/TJoPI2yzc2I/AAAAAAAAAw4/1WXMoLoGmts/s1600/DSC_0295.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 213px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5519740938117935970" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UykDZA9XE50/TJoPI2yzc2I/AAAAAAAAAw4/1WXMoLoGmts/s320/DSC_0295.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; ... Faroe (&lt;em&gt;Før &lt;/em&gt;in Faroese, &lt;em&gt;Får&lt;/em&gt; in Norwegian) means sheep, okay? If you were to translate the word, instead of giving it an English name, the country should be called the Sheep Islands. There are twice as many sheep on the island as there are people. Most of them live around the towns, running free on the green fields and all that. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Still interested? Here are some other posts on the Faroe Islands from «Friends &amp;amp; Crocodiles»:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://friendsandcrocodiles.blogspot.com/2010/08/once-were-vikings.html"&gt;Once Were Vikings&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://friendsandcrocodiles.blogspot.com/2010/08/under-dog-star-sail.html"&gt;Under the Dog Star Sail&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://friendsandcrocodiles.blogspot.com/2010/07/north-north-west-stones-of-faroe.html"&gt;North North-West the Stones of Faroe&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6529904696670615598-8844566195753894879?l=veryspecialplaces.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://veryspecialplaces.blogspot.com/feeds/8844566195753894879/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://veryspecialplaces.blogspot.com/2010/09/denmark-faroe-islands-august-2010.html#comment-form' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6529904696670615598/posts/default/8844566195753894879'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6529904696670615598/posts/default/8844566195753894879'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://veryspecialplaces.blogspot.com/2010/09/denmark-faroe-islands-august-2010.html' title='Denmark + The Faroe Islands, August 2010.'/><author><name>Alexandra Crocodile</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03018596012893869692</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UykDZA9XE50/TLZQE8TvRBI/AAAAAAAAA5A/dPZFsDkyx3g/S220/IMG_5335.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UykDZA9XE50/TJoL5AHKDxI/AAAAAAAAAwg/C5OVkmU_ZQg/s72-c/DSC_0277.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6529904696670615598.post-8995928877411109593</id><published>2010-08-25T22:14:00.018+02:00</published><updated>2010-10-08T11:06:19.591+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Quaint Villages'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Great Britain'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='England'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Europe'/><title type='text'>England, July 2010.</title><content type='html'>I tried to think of a catchy title for this post, but there wasn't one. As I wrote in my Cornish post, I drove from London to Cornwall and back again, but I didn't stop by every village I wanted to. One of my favourite places in the UK; Salisbury, was bumped off at the last minute. But I've been there lots of times, so I decided to check out some new places instead. And here they are:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Make a stop:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Windsor / Eton:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's purely for bragging rights, I'm afraid. They sound like the archetypical English village, but they're not. All posh boys who look down their noses at you and not a single good café could be found for love nor money. By all means, the school in Eton is beautiful, and the two villages are very pictueresque, and Windsor even has an impressive castle, but there's something missing – a quaintness perhaps. That may sound ridiculous, but it simply lacked the charm that I look for in the English country village.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UykDZA9XE50/THV8gFM9NsI/AAAAAAAAAqk/dGBlkIr35nw/s1600/IMG_1612.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5509446609751848642" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UykDZA9XE50/THV8gFM9NsI/AAAAAAAAAqk/dGBlkIr35nw/s320/IMG_1612.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Dartmoor (Princetown &amp;amp; Postbridge):&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We drove through this moor on the way back from Cornwall, and although it's not as misty and eerie as Bodmin Moor, Dartmoor has nice scenery. Stopped by two villages; «Princetown» and «Postbridge». The former was built as a village for the staff at Dartmoor Prison, but is mostly uninhabited now. Postbridge isn't really a village; there's an Inn and an old bridge (hence the name).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UykDZA9XE50/THV9wfCqYhI/AAAAAAAAAq0/JoWvSW9TYEc/s1600/IMG_3005.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5509447991077528082" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UykDZA9XE50/THV9wfCqYhI/AAAAAAAAAq0/JoWvSW9TYEc/s320/IMG_3005.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Budleigh Salterton:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stopped here because of the name, because I heard that Kate Bush stays here during the summer, and because I love Blackadder (The Budleigh Salterton Twilight Rest Home For The Terminally Short Of Cash, anyone?). It was a typical Regency sea front-village, although it didn't have a proper promenade. By all means worth a stop, but the nicest Regency-village is Lyme Regis (see below).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sidmouth:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Much cuter than B.S, we stayed at the Elizabeth Hotel on the waterfront, where a family room with sea-view set us back £140. The hotel was full of pensioners, and when I say pensioners, I mean Miss Marples galore – lot's or ancient, fluffy haired ladies who could easily have solved a murder or two;) Sidmouth boasts of its shopping area, and even compares itself to London, which is ridiculous. There are shops here, but they're not interesting, that's all. The promenade and the Jurassic rocks are really the only sights worth seeing in this village.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UykDZA9XE50/THV-SdUyLdI/AAAAAAAAAq8/EFUwu_9esK8/s1600/IMG_3040.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5509448574732217810" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UykDZA9XE50/THV-SdUyLdI/AAAAAAAAAq8/EFUwu_9esK8/s320/IMG_3040.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lyme Regis:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Absolutely beautiful little village. The coastline is Jurassic, so there are lots of fossils to be found here, if you're into that sort of thing. I wish I'd spent the night here instead of in Sidmouth, but it will have to be another time – that's right, I'm coming back here!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UykDZA9XE50/THV-wXjM0RI/AAAAAAAAArE/7JsmzeBDaTo/s1600/IMG_3099.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5509449088578146578" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UykDZA9XE50/THV-wXjM0RI/AAAAAAAAArE/7JsmzeBDaTo/s320/IMG_3099.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Arundel:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is an absolute must, even if you don't want to pay the ridiculously high entrance fee to the huge castle that dominates this Tudor village. The Duke of something-something still inhabits the castle, which is why he charges a small fortune to enter – someone has to pay for his heating, right? The rest of the village is interesting, though – lots of antique shops and Tudor houses to look at.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UykDZA9XE50/THV_NRzOh8I/AAAAAAAAArM/cs7i32TlWsQ/s1600/IMG_3166.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5509449585250961346" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UykDZA9XE50/THV_NRzOh8I/AAAAAAAAArM/cs7i32TlWsQ/s320/IMG_3166.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brighton:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brighton is beautiful. Really, really, beautiful. I can see why so many people like it there, including the Prince Regent George IV (the one who ruled Britain pre-Victoria, and famously portrayed by Hugh Laurie in «Blackadder»), who built the eccentric Royal Pavilion. Situated in the middle of the city, this palace is decorated in the Chineois style, and is marvelously decadent in every way. I've never seen anything like it, and probably never will.&lt;br /&gt;- The shopping area is known as «The Lanes», where there's a couple of nice restaurants and a Starbucks. The Café Rouge is nice if you're in the mood for French. Also, remember to take Afternoon Tea (£20 per person) at the Grand Hotel if you get the chance. The luxurious Olde Worlde-feeling you get when sipping proper Earl Grey and eating cucumber sandwiches is life-changing!&lt;br /&gt;- And of course, let's not forget the Pier. The whole pier is one big amusement park, where there are roller coasters, houses of horror, and pinball machines. There are also several restaurants and pubs, if you need a break while the children are sailing along in the teacups-ride. The only negative thing about this pier is that it's too noisy just to have a relaxing stroll, but you can always have a walk on the promenade, if you're desperate for some quiet time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UykDZA9XE50/THWAgCM66oI/AAAAAAAAAr0/ajfgJtpJlZA/s1600/IMG_3257.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5509451006992902786" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UykDZA9XE50/THWAgCM66oI/AAAAAAAAAr0/ajfgJtpJlZA/s320/IMG_3257.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UykDZA9XE50/THWAego5paI/AAAAAAAAArk/ufDRBjepYPE/s1600/IMG_3242.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5509450980803585442" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UykDZA9XE50/THWAego5paI/AAAAAAAAArk/ufDRBjepYPE/s320/IMG_3242.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UykDZA9XE50/THWAeZ-JwbI/AAAAAAAAArc/7SfXh_mGj7o/s1600/IMG_3210.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5509450979013673394" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UykDZA9XE50/THWAeZ-JwbI/AAAAAAAAArc/7SfXh_mGj7o/s320/IMG_3210.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UykDZA9XE50/THWAdwJioaI/AAAAAAAAArU/kSFGTtyp-f8/s1600/IMG_3200.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5509450967787151778" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UykDZA9XE50/THWAdwJioaI/AAAAAAAAArU/kSFGTtyp-f8/s320/IMG_3200.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UykDZA9XE50/THWECT-Ix9I/AAAAAAAAAsc/3fEN7phJCSI/s1600/IMG_3233.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5509454894413170642" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UykDZA9XE50/THWECT-Ix9I/AAAAAAAAAsc/3fEN7phJCSI/s320/IMG_3233.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Battle:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Made famous as the battle field where Harald Godwinson lost his life and throne to William the Conqueror in 1066. After the battle, William the Bastard (as he was known before he became king) built an abbey to commemorate the battle, and the village flourished. The village is very commercial, and as usual, the National Trust charges high entrance fees to have a look at the battle grounds and the ruins of the abbey. The historical significance is purely what makes this village with a stop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UykDZA9XE50/THWFAXburdI/AAAAAAAAAsk/M49EE9SHwYQ/s1600/IMG_3303.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5509455960494484946" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UykDZA9XE50/THWFAXburdI/AAAAAAAAAsk/M49EE9SHwYQ/s320/IMG_3303.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;The infamous battlefield where William became the conqueror.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;Drive by:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Slough:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How on earth do you pronounce this? «Sloff», «Slow», what? Close to London, but that's pretty much it. I had trouble finding anything to say about this place at all, at best it's non-descript. Stayed at one of those chain-hotels; the Copthorne Hotel, where you get a family room for £74.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Andover:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why stop here, you ask? Really, it was en route to Cornwall, and Poirot had been there in «The A.B.C Murders» (Mrs. Ascher get's murdered in Andover, remember?), so I wanted to stop there. No trace of Poirot, though. Slightly better than Slough, but not much. A small shopping centre and an attempt of a town square. Boring boring boring.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UykDZA9XE50/THWBpL2hNiI/AAAAAAAAAsE/32F6wDFfzOg/s1600/IMG_8220.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5509452263713748514" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UykDZA9XE50/THWBpL2hNiI/AAAAAAAAAsE/32F6wDFfzOg/s320/IMG_8220.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Hayling Island:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hayling Island apparently used to be the place to be in Victorian times, but now the only ones going there are staycationers with caravans andtrack suits. During the summer, there's a carnival there, with cheap but exhausted rides.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UykDZA9XE50/THWCAxBXHAI/AAAAAAAAAsM/BR5wdvkZjPo/s1600/IMG_3135.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5509452668828326914" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UykDZA9XE50/THWCAxBXHAI/AAAAAAAAAsM/BR5wdvkZjPo/s320/IMG_3135.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Portsmouth:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What a dump! I was really dissapointed, actually, because this used to be such a historically important place! This was where Nelson set off to fight, where the deportation ships to Australia sailed from, where Charles Dickens was born, and where Henry VII built an impressive fortress that still stands today. But sadly, apart from the fortress, nothing is left of that old grande spirit. The city appears grey and bland, to say the least.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UykDZA9XE50/THWCeyr7hrI/AAAAAAAAAsU/mzrXKlNTbAk/s1600/IMG_3149.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5509453184671385266" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UykDZA9XE50/THWCeyr7hrI/AAAAAAAAAsU/mzrXKlNTbAk/s320/IMG_3149.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Rye:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Lonley Planet said this was the best Tudor village in England, but I was really dissapointed. Sad and grey was the impression I got.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Next post will be on the Faroe Islands, after that I fear this blog will be very Wales-centred for some time. 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There might be some more detailed posts later - this is more of a summary of the place:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Do stop by:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Jamaica Inn:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jamaica Inn, dating from 1760, is perhaps best known for being the setting of Daphne du Maurier's book with the same title. Although the dodgy landlord has checked out, the Inn still retains an air of mysticism and rough buccaneers out for a spot of smuggling. It's situated on the middle of Bodmin Moor, and used to be one of the stops for smugglers who would take goods through Cornwall from France and sell them on to the rest of England – and several of them are said to haunt the Inn. The Inn has a good restaurant, a shop, and a smuggling museum, all worth a stop. Although not as desolate as it was in the 1700's, it still has that lonesome, slightly creepy feel to it. Stay a night or two, if you dare!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UykDZA9XE50/TG1lLk8F82I/AAAAAAAAAnU/AQpWaExHzlY/s1600/IMG_2742.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5507169168912675682" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UykDZA9XE50/TG1lLk8F82I/AAAAAAAAAnU/AQpWaExHzlY/s320/IMG_2742.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UykDZA9XE50/TG1oB21LamI/AAAAAAAAAnc/0JFvpvupy1I/s1600/IMG_2733.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5507172300451703394" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UykDZA9XE50/TG1oB21LamI/AAAAAAAAAnc/0JFvpvupy1I/s320/IMG_2733.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UykDZA9XE50/TG1ogvTAuaI/AAAAAAAAAnk/eZLvpDJ5XvE/s1600/IMG_2766.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5507172831005292962" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UykDZA9XE50/TG1ogvTAuaI/AAAAAAAAAnk/eZLvpDJ5XvE/s320/IMG_2766.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Bodmin Moor:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A walk around the Moor is a must, even if you're not familiar with Wuthering Heights or du Maurier's books. The eerie feeling of seeing «The Hurlers»; 4000 year old standing stones, or an abandoned mill, is unparalleled. There are also semi-wild horses, as well as several lakes there; Siblyback Lake is rather large and nice, and Dozmary Pool is where Lancelot supposedly threw Excalibur after Arthur's death. I had a closer look at the latter, but sadly, no watery tart in sight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UykDZA9XE50/TG1ppkZMhEI/AAAAAAAAAn8/JGnMZKhuvMg/s1600/IMG_2698.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5507174082208891970" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UykDZA9XE50/TG1ppkZMhEI/AAAAAAAAAn8/JGnMZKhuvMg/s320/IMG_2698.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UykDZA9XE50/TG1ppb_7I2I/AAAAAAAAAn0/ihclEeqaZmc/s1600/IMG_2675.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5507174079955411810" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UykDZA9XE50/TG1ppb_7I2I/AAAAAAAAAn0/ihclEeqaZmc/s320/IMG_2675.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UykDZA9XE50/TG1ppB-QttI/AAAAAAAAAns/Jz0It_4KmBQ/s1600/IMG_2648.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5507174072969115346" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UykDZA9XE50/TG1ppB-QttI/AAAAAAAAAns/Jz0It_4KmBQ/s320/IMG_2648.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Slaughterbridge:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Such a cosy name, isn't it? This is where Arthur was killed, according to legend.There's a visitor's centre there, from where you can take a walk to the battle field and see the bridge that gave the place it's name. There's also «King Arthur's Stone»; a supposed tomb-stone, that dates from 500 A.D.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UykDZA9XE50/TG1qbMzFJMI/AAAAAAAAAoM/Yd-DARYTzx0/s1600/IMG_2816.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5507174934868468930" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UykDZA9XE50/TG1qbMzFJMI/AAAAAAAAAoM/Yd-DARYTzx0/s320/IMG_2816.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UykDZA9XE50/TG1qaqtDafI/AAAAAAAAAoE/x7I9vVALfAc/s1600/IMG_2798.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5507174925716384242" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UykDZA9XE50/TG1qaqtDafI/AAAAAAAAAoE/x7I9vVALfAc/s320/IMG_2798.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Tintagel:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyone familiar with the legend of Tristan and Isolde will have heard about this place, because this is where everything happened. Tintagel Castle was built by Richard something-or-other in 1230, and was originally a complete castle set atop two cliffs – but the tides have made one of the cliffs a separate island and thus parting the castle in two. The walk up to both parts is steep and rocky, but absolutely worth it. Beautiful ruins with a great view.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UykDZA9XE50/TG1rfEL2pgI/AAAAAAAAAoc/ZupDKYdvyRI/s1600/IMG_2860.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5507176100787561986" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UykDZA9XE50/TG1rfEL2pgI/AAAAAAAAAoc/ZupDKYdvyRI/s320/IMG_2860.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UykDZA9XE50/TG1re4dXFUI/AAAAAAAAAoU/wgkj-cu7qb4/s1600/IMG_2832.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5507176097639765314" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UykDZA9XE50/TG1re4dXFUI/AAAAAAAAAoU/wgkj-cu7qb4/s320/IMG_2832.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Truro:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The administrative centre of Cornwall; a rather large town with all the usual shops and cafés (although no Starbucks or Costa, fantastic!). Stop by the Tilly Mint bakery by the bus station if you're in the mood for cupcakes – they're delicious:) They also make all kinds of cakes, so even if you don't want to eat anything, stop by and have a look! There is also a nice cathedral in Truro. Worth a stop, but don't make it too long, as Cornwall has other more interesting gems on offer!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UykDZA9XE50/TG1r9H2W8VI/AAAAAAAAAok/9jlgDwQoTGg/s1600/IMG_8252.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5507176617167221074" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UykDZA9XE50/TG1r9H2W8VI/AAAAAAAAAok/9jlgDwQoTGg/s320/IMG_8252.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;St. Ives:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pretty village that I suspect only comes alive during the summer months, when tourists flock here to surf and enjoy the beach. But it &lt;em&gt;is&lt;/em&gt; one of those characteristic Cornwall-villages; rough landscape, and steep, narrow streets that all end up by the harbour. It can perhaps get a bit too tourist-y, so if you want to experience the true Cornwall, either go there out of season, of visit one of the smaller villages (like Port Isaac; se below).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UykDZA9XE50/TG1sak1PSRI/AAAAAAAAAos/pjNNCGGkP5g/s1600/IMG_8289.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5507177123163359506" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UykDZA9XE50/TG1sak1PSRI/AAAAAAAAAos/pjNNCGGkP5g/s320/IMG_8289.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Land's End:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pretty much what the name says; Land's End is land's end, as it's the most Southern point in Blighty. There's no village as such, but there's a visitor's centre, tea house, museums and shops there. This is the start (or finish) of the Land's End –&gt; John O'Groat's trek that goes from the far South to the far North in the UK. Might have to try that one of these days!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UykDZA9XE50/TG1tWdLbiGI/AAAAAAAAAo8/wHG1D776Cnc/s1600/IMG_2356.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5507178151901104226" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UykDZA9XE50/TG1tWdLbiGI/AAAAAAAAAo8/wHG1D776Cnc/s320/IMG_2356.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UykDZA9XE50/TG1tWPMkUoI/AAAAAAAAAo0/oxejosXDa2M/s1600/IMG_2345.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5507178148147778178" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UykDZA9XE50/TG1tWPMkUoI/AAAAAAAAAo0/oxejosXDa2M/s320/IMG_2345.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mousehole:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just the name makes you want to stop, right? Really, really small village that doesn't have anything spectacular to see, but it's got that charm that comes with old places, and most of this village dates from the 1600's. Also, Dylan Thomas said it was the loveliest village in Britain, so that must be something:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Kestle Mill / Trerice:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyone familiar with Inspector Lynley?, You know, the dark, handsome, aristocrat plod? If so, you'll know he owns a manor house in Cornwall, and Trerice is used as location in the series. It's originally a Tudor mansion, now owned by the National Trust. The facade and gardens are breathtaking, but the N.T. dissapointed me with the interiors, which seemed to be a hodge-podge of furniture from different eras just thrown into the place, with no regard to continuity or interior design. Get an overpriced ticket for the garden only, I would't be bothered with the interior.&lt;br /&gt;Kestle Mill is the closest «village» to Trerice, if you consider a couple of houses and a petro station a village:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UykDZA9XE50/TG1uPYGnyyI/AAAAAAAAApE/oxTRQ6XUj7k/s1600/IMG_2477.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5507179129791302434" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UykDZA9XE50/TG1uPYGnyyI/AAAAAAAAApE/oxTRQ6XUj7k/s320/IMG_2477.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Port Isaac:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My absolute favourite spot in Cornwall! You MUST go here, even if you're not a Doc Martin-fan (I am, and I even saw his house!). «The Victoria Café» has amazing pizza and hummus, and «The Harbour Restaurant», which is the oldest house in the village, also has the best meringe roulade in the world. I stayed at «The Ship Way» on the harbour, which is a charming building dating from 1527. Every Thursday, there's a travelling brass band playing on the waterfront, so be sure to catch that. The whole villages gathers to dance and sing, and there's a general feeling of joy throughout the village.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UykDZA9XE50/TG1wcszDaWI/AAAAAAAAAps/1HeLn_ufPKY/s1600/IMG_2936.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5507181557707925858" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UykDZA9XE50/TG1wcszDaWI/AAAAAAAAAps/1HeLn_ufPKY/s320/IMG_2936.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UykDZA9XE50/TG1wcSUUy_I/AAAAAAAAApk/JC0Iqp_19TA/s1600/IMG_2529.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5507181550599719922" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UykDZA9XE50/TG1wcSUUy_I/AAAAAAAAApk/JC0Iqp_19TA/s320/IMG_2529.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Looe; East &amp;amp; West:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Very quaint villages situated on opposite sides of a small river. Although pretty sight-less, the ambiance alone is worth a stop, if only to buy an ice cream. But be careful if you do, I did – and a seagull robbed it from me. Traumatic experience, I can tell you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UykDZA9XE50/TG1w8BSpREI/AAAAAAAAAp0/m-O6qt9ElnQ/s1600/IMG_2583.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5507182095785083970" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UykDZA9XE50/TG1w8BSpREI/AAAAAAAAAp0/m-O6qt9ElnQ/s320/IMG_2583.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Polperro:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After Port Isaac, this is the best place in Cornwall. Instead of the characteristic steep streets that end up by the arbour, Polperro is flat. The streets are still narrow, but the harbour is not the centre of the village. You park a mile or two outside the village, and if you can't face the walk into town, you can ride a horse-drawn carriage for £3. There are tea houses galore, and lots of little shops selling fossils, crystals, and post cards. Lots of tourists, but still worth a stop, because it's quite different from the other villages.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UykDZA9XE50/TG1xw_ACu6I/AAAAAAAAAqE/LoVuRonE38E/s1600/IMG_2617.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5507183005703256994" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UykDZA9XE50/TG1xw_ACu6I/AAAAAAAAAqE/LoVuRonE38E/s320/IMG_2617.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UykDZA9XE50/TG1xwaNDrGI/AAAAAAAAAp8/KoGNUZ0w2sQ/s1600/IMG_2615.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5507182995825732706" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UykDZA9XE50/TG1xwaNDrGI/AAAAAAAAAp8/KoGNUZ0w2sQ/s320/IMG_2615.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Don't bother with:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Newquay:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our Lonely Planet guide said that this is a place you either love or loathe – and they were right. Crappy place, pardon my French – but this place is as uninteresting as it gets. It's big, chaotic, unfriendly, has no charm or personality whatsoever, and cars seem to own the place. What a waste. Unless you love surfing - then it's Utopia. There is also a nice zoo right outside the city, which is fun for the kids. If on your way, make a stop there, if not in the city itself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UykDZA9XE50/TG1ymQXPVyI/AAAAAAAAAqM/JruAIu95KZ0/s1600/IMG_2428.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5507183920897021730" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UykDZA9XE50/TG1ymQXPVyI/AAAAAAAAAqM/JruAIu95KZ0/s320/IMG_2428.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6529904696670615598-5589070536457235639?l=veryspecialplaces.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://veryspecialplaces.blogspot.com/feeds/5589070536457235639/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://veryspecialplaces.blogspot.com/2010/08/alexandra-crocodiles-guide-to-cornwall.html#comment-form' title='15 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6529904696670615598/posts/default/5589070536457235639'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6529904696670615598/posts/default/5589070536457235639'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://veryspecialplaces.blogspot.com/2010/08/alexandra-crocodiles-guide-to-cornwall.html' title='Alexandra Crocodile&apos;s guide to Cornwall.'/><author><name>Alexandra Crocodile</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03018596012893869692</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UykDZA9XE50/TLZQE8TvRBI/AAAAAAAAA5A/dPZFsDkyx3g/S220/IMG_5335.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UykDZA9XE50/TG1lLk8F82I/AAAAAAAAAnU/AQpWaExHzlY/s72-c/IMG_2742.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>15</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6529904696670615598.post-3275202526122141138</id><published>2010-07-26T15:18:00.003+02:00</published><updated>2010-10-08T11:07:40.225+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Quaint Villages'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Africa'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Desert'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Islands'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Tunisia'/><title type='text'>Tunisia, 21-28.6.10</title><content type='html'>I travelled to Djerba, a small island in the far South of Tunisia. It was one of those pre-paid packages that included flight and hotel accommodation. Most people only speak French, some German and of course Arabic, so a small French phrase-book might be handy if you're not too well versed in that language.&lt;br /&gt;Ps. I make a point not to bee neutral. These are my impressions of the places I visited.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Packing checklist:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Bathing suit&lt;br /&gt;-Sunscreen&lt;br /&gt;-Camera&lt;br /&gt;-Hat&lt;br /&gt;-Passport&lt;br /&gt;-Sunglasses&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;What I should have brought:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Towel&lt;br /&gt;-Shampoo&lt;br /&gt;-Insect repellant spray (ants in the room - all over the place.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Places to visit:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Houmt Souk&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Houmt Souk (meaning market place) is the capital of Djerba and is thus the largest city on the island. There is not too much to see there; there is a nice marina and a big souk (market) where you can buy cheap pottery.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UykDZA9XE50/TE1_IR3c2kI/AAAAAAAAAls/mKOGcqntQUk/s1600/fndklsf.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5498190500300905026" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UykDZA9XE50/TE1_IR3c2kI/AAAAAAAAAls/mKOGcqntQUk/s320/fndklsf.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This pottery is something you'll find all over Tunisia, but remember only to settle for maximum half of the asking price when haggling with the salesmen! Near the marina lies "Haroun", the most expensive restaurant in Djerba. It's worth a visit; the scenery is beautiful and the food is mouth-watering. Two main courses, drinks and dessert costs about £40. There is also a café near the souk called "Malibu Café" which is cheaper, and has a more European-style menu for the non-couscous lover.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Near Houmt Souk lies &lt;strong&gt;"Flamingo Island",&lt;/strong&gt; a small island with with white sand and blue sea all around. Flamingoes come here during the winter, hence the name. Take a trip out there with one of the many pirate ships (I travelled one one called "La Reine"), where lunch and entertainment is included. Good food, great atmosphere, lovely crew. The only downside was that I got a terrible sunburn:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UykDZA9XE50/TE2JsyAru9I/AAAAAAAAAmU/Z4-4IE8ezOc/s1600/37716_10150236872520111_737900110_13440663_6488541_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5498202122521131986" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UykDZA9XE50/TE2JsyAru9I/AAAAAAAAAmU/Z4-4IE8ezOc/s320/37716_10150236872520111_737900110_13440663_6488541_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Around Djerba:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;El Kantara:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;The Bridge to the main land was built by the Romans, and remains largely the same as then. Otherwise, there's not much to see here.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;La Ghriba synagogue&lt;/strong&gt; in the middle of the island is a beautiful place. There used to be a large Jewish population on Djerba, and the synagogue is also used as a place of pilgrimage from peole all around the Mediterranean. &lt;strong&gt;Djerba Museum&lt;/strong&gt; with loads of wax mannequins lies quite close the the synagogue, on the island's highest point (52 metres above sea level). Very informative museum, if not somewhat creepy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UykDZA9XE50/TE9VUOqXCUI/AAAAAAAAAmc/RrYVkGZjOAs/s1600/38109_10150247202665111_737900110_13748466_3859348_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5498707476064176450" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UykDZA9XE50/TE9VUOqXCUI/AAAAAAAAAmc/RrYVkGZjOAs/s320/38109_10150247202665111_737900110_13748466_3859348_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Midoun:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Midoun was the closest city to our hotel; a 10-15 minute taxi-ride away. Taxi is the only way to travel around Djerba, but they're cheap. Near Midoun is &lt;strong&gt;"La Fatroucha",&lt;/strong&gt; the most tourist-friendly restaurant on Djerba. Lots of European-style food, as well as some Tunisian specialties, and not too pricey. Lovely staff, lovely interior. In sum; a great place to have a meal. 2 main courses, drinks, coffe and dessert costs about £25. Another lovely place to eat is &lt;strong&gt;"Western City",&lt;/strong&gt; which looks like an old American gold-digging town, and though they're completely dependant on tourists, they serve a great steak:) If you're hungry for lunch, &lt;strong&gt;"Gou Gou Café"&lt;/strong&gt; in central Midoun is a good choice. They have a beautiful terrace from which you can observe the hustle and bustle of Midoun city centre, whil enjoying a tuna sandwich.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UykDZA9XE50/TE9VlQZvouI/AAAAAAAAAmk/g6w9Vqevg-8/s1600/38809_10150247199235111_737900110_13748433_4749518_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5498707768589132514" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UykDZA9XE50/TE9VlQZvouI/AAAAAAAAAmk/g6w9Vqevg-8/s320/38809_10150247199235111_737900110_13748433_4749518_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- A startling, and somewhat sad, discovery: There are lots of "shopping centres" inside the souk, and these are often much cheaper than the stalls. &lt;strong&gt;"Yasmine shopping centre"&lt;/strong&gt; is such a place, where they sell everything from dates to pottery to faux designer bags. The pottery was over half off what was on display at the stalls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Around Sahara: &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Medenine:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Population 60.000. Closest town to the bridge to El Kantara. Rather noisy and lots of traffic. No notable tourist sights.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ksar Hedada:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;This is the setting for the planet Mos Espa in Star Wars. Originally over 1000 years old, this settlement was completely refurbished to become a movie-set. Looks rather otherworldly and incredibly cool, but I am annoyed that Hollywood would ruin such an old monument just to make a movie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UykDZA9XE50/TE9Vx0qdUVI/AAAAAAAAAms/L-YaznSGT58/s1600/38809_10150247199220111_737900110_13748430_6888925_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5498707984481341778" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UykDZA9XE50/TE9Vx0qdUVI/AAAAAAAAAms/L-YaznSGT58/s320/38809_10150247199220111_737900110_13748430_6888925_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Tataouine:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Not very impressive - a small souk with rather bad merchandise, and the sales-men were very pushy to the point of rudeness. Otherwise, not much to see there. Luch at the nearby &lt;strong&gt;Hotel Sangho&lt;/strong&gt; was delicious, so everything wasn't lost.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Chenini:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chenini is an 800 year old half-ruined Berber village cut out of the mountain. Located on a hilltop. Fascinating place, although it's a rough climb to the top, especially with the heat in summertime. Visited an old Berber woman and got a tour of her house. A must-see!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5498195615789990338" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UykDZA9XE50/TE2DyCjFwcI/AAAAAAAAAl0/U7NzFWRdhJc/s320/35046_10150236873550111_737900110_13440709_1239044_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UykDZA9XE50/TE2EB5DixLI/AAAAAAAAAl8/Vx-bjY4mFaU/s1600/34593_10150236873670111_737900110_13440713_3341751_nfndksl.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5498195888119661746" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UykDZA9XE50/TE2EB5DixLI/AAAAAAAAAl8/Vx-bjY4mFaU/s320/34593_10150236873670111_737900110_13440713_3341751_nfndksl.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ksar Ghilane:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Ksar Ghilane is an oasis in the Sahara, about 2 hours drive on rough road from Chenini. There are several "campements" in the oasis, and it even has a natural swimming pool. I cannot explain how lovely it was to take a dip in that pool after a day of rough track and oppressive heat. One of the highlights of the trip! You sleep in Bedouin tents that accommodates 4-8 people. Rather hot, but there are proper beds. The lavatories and showers are also of good standard, and are located at the end of the camp.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UykDZA9XE50/TE2FDNgd0aI/AAAAAAAAAmE/R1BbtkrUV7Y/s1600/34593_10150236873685111_737900110_13440716_3058958_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5498197010301178274" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UykDZA9XE50/TE2FDNgd0aI/AAAAAAAAAmE/R1BbtkrUV7Y/s320/34593_10150236873685111_737900110_13440716_3058958_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can also take a ride on a camel or desert horse near Ksar Ghilane; this is &lt;em&gt;not&lt;/em&gt; to be missed. Sitting on a camel, riding into the sunset in the Sahara is a truly magical experience, and is something I will remember for the rest of my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UykDZA9XE50/TE2FSmdrTCI/AAAAAAAAAmM/KHr7oUsGa_Y/s1600/vlfs.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5498197274698402850" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UykDZA9XE50/TE2FSmdrTCI/AAAAAAAAAmM/KHr7oUsGa_Y/s320/vlfs.bmp" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Matmata:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;A Berber cave-village, where the villagers have dug their houses into the earth in order to stay cool during summer, and retain some heat during winter. The houses are rather large, with one cave for each room, and a large open courtyard in the middle. In the nearby village lies &lt;strong&gt;Hotel Sidi Driss&lt;/strong&gt;, where more of the Star Wars-films were shot. This place is worth a visit; stop for a couscous based luncheon and savour the space-like feeling you get from walking around the hotel. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;Final commentary:&lt;br /&gt;Hotel:&lt;/em&gt; "&lt;strong&gt;Dream Park Hotel and Spa"&lt;/strong&gt;, near Aghir, Djerba. Nice, vast buildings, rude staff and the whole place could do with a make-over. Food was not very good. Like most hotels of this type, it was located far away from any villages, which is boring if you like to do something else that sit by the pool all day. Family friendly. Most guests are from Eastern Europe. Nice pool-area with plenty of chairs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Travel company&lt;/em&gt;: Tui/ Thomas Cook/ Star Tour&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Airline&lt;/em&gt;: Nouvelair (terrible flight - rude staff and no food available).&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;All in all I had a marvelous trip, but it could have been even better with a competent guide through the Sahara and a hotel that was more suited to my needs (internet and a decent restaurant would've gone a long way). Southern Tunisia in general was much like Egypt, but without all the interesting attractions. There was also a lot of chauvinism towards me because I was travelling with a man, and I did most of the talking (I speak a little French, Teacher Boyfriend does not). This was very uncomfortable, and I do not accept being treated a lesser way because I'm female, and that's all there is to it. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6529904696670615598-3275202526122141138?l=veryspecialplaces.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://veryspecialplaces.blogspot.com/feeds/3275202526122141138/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://veryspecialplaces.blogspot.com/2010/07/tunisia-21-28610.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6529904696670615598/posts/default/3275202526122141138'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6529904696670615598/posts/default/3275202526122141138'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://veryspecialplaces.blogspot.com/2010/07/tunisia-21-28610.html' title='Tunisia, 21-28.6.10'/><author><name>Alexandra Crocodile</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03018596012893869692</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UykDZA9XE50/TLZQE8TvRBI/AAAAAAAAA5A/dPZFsDkyx3g/S220/IMG_5335.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UykDZA9XE50/TE1_IR3c2kI/AAAAAAAAAls/mKOGcqntQUk/s72-c/fndklsf.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6529904696670615598.post-1948483603312416546</id><published>2009-11-18T22:22:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2010-10-08T11:08:29.244+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Publishing'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Copenhagen'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Big Cities'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Denmark'/><title type='text'>I Heart My City: Copenhagen</title><content type='html'>Hurrah! I have been featured! For the first time! Hurrah, I say!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;National Geographic's &lt;a href="http://blogs.nationalgeographic.com/blogs/intelligenttravel/2009/11/i-heart-my-city-alexandras-cop.html"&gt;Intelligent Travel blog&lt;/a&gt; has featured my contribution to their "I Heart My City" - which is insanely cool. Here it is, for your reading pleasure:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Copenhagen is My City &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first place I take a visitor from out of town is &lt;a href="http://www.tivoli.dk/composite-7438.htm"&gt;Tivoli Gardens&lt;/a&gt;, one of the oldest amusement parks in the world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I crave cake and hot chocolate in old world-settings, I always go to &lt;a href="http://www.laglace.dk/eng"&gt;La Glace&lt;/a&gt;; the oldest confectionary in Denmark.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To escape the harsh city-life, I head to the free town of &lt;a href="http://www.christiania.org/modules.php?name=Side&amp;amp;navn=linkeng"&gt;Christiania&lt;/a&gt;, where one makes love, not war.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I want to be amazed by beautiful marble sculptures and a breathtaking winter garden, I go to the &lt;a href="http://www.glyptoteket.dk/?frames=yes&amp;amp;language=en"&gt;New Carlsberg Glyptotheke&lt;/a&gt;, where they also have a lovely tea room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For complete quiet, I can hide away in the &lt;a href="http://www.kb.dk/en/dia/index.html"&gt;Royal Library&lt;/a&gt;; a vast modern building known as the «Black Diamond».&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you come to my city, get your picture taken with the &lt;a href="http://www.visitcopenhagen.com/tourist/what_to_see_and_do/sights_and_attractions/the_little_mermaid"&gt;Little Mermaid&lt;/a&gt;, an iconic statue depicting the herione from the famous fairytale by &lt;a href="http://www.andersen.sdu.dk/index_e.html"&gt;Hans Christian Andersen&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you have to order one thing off the menu from the Art Nouveau style &lt;a href="http://www.cafenorden.dk/"&gt;Café Norden&lt;/a&gt; it has to be the famous pancakes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The &lt;a href="http://shop.magasin.dk/"&gt;Magasin du Nord&lt;/a&gt; located in Kongens Nytorv is my one-stop shop for great shopping.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I'm feeling cash-strapped I go to &lt;a href="http://www.rosenborgslot.dk/asp/menu/menuPages/frontpage_2.asp?countryID=2"&gt;Rosenborg Castle&lt;/a&gt;. There is an entrance fee to step into the castle, but the gorgeous 15th century gardens are accessible to all!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For a huge splurge I go shopping in the main shopping street, Strøget, where they have everything from Topshop to Coco Chanel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Photo ops in my city include the &lt;a href="http://www.wheelofcopenhagen.dk/?id1=334"&gt;Wheel of Copenhagen&lt;/a&gt;, and the best vantage points are from the top of the Wheel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If my city were a celebrity it'd be Danish / Australian &lt;a href="http://www.kongehuset.dk/publish.php?dogtag=k_en_fam_mary"&gt;crown princess Mary&lt;/a&gt;, because it's stylish, international, and friendly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The most random thing about my city is the hot dog stands on every corner that sell bright red hot dogs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My city has the most uncouth men.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My city has the most fashionable women in Northern Europe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In my city, an active day outdoors involves a bike ride around the city.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My city's best museum is the &lt;a href="http://www.natmus.dk/sw20379.asp"&gt;National Museum&lt;/a&gt;, which has everything from Egyptian mummies to modern day Danish culture objects.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My favorite jogging/walking route is around the &lt;a href="http://botanik.snm.ku.dk/english/"&gt;Botanical Gardens&lt;/a&gt;, which is located between one of the main metro stations and the university's city campus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For a night of dancing, go to &lt;a href="http://kulorbar.dk/"&gt;Koloer Bar&lt;/a&gt;, where they have a strict dress code but great surroundings. Or, for live music, check out &lt;a href="http://www.lafontaine.dk/"&gt;La Fontaine jazz club&lt;/a&gt;, which has concerts and jam sessions during the weekends, and a poetry night once every month.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can tell a lot about my city from looking at the architecture; Copenhagen is clearly the most beautiful city in Scandinavia. Sit by the fountain in Amalienhave (next to the &lt;a href="http://www.copenhagen.com/tourism/royalpalaces/amalienborg.asp?Menu=Tourism"&gt;Royal Palace Amalienborg&lt;/a&gt;) and gaze across the canal to the new &lt;a href="http://www.operaen.dk/Subsites/Operaen.aspx"&gt;opera house&lt;/a&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can tell if someone is from my city if they boast a lot about it. People from Copenhagen cannot stop talking about how beautiful they think their city is!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the summer you should head towards the two main beaches in the city; Amager beach or Islands Brygge.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A hidden gem in my city is &lt;a href="http://www.dragoer.dk/page878.aspx"&gt;Dragoer&lt;/a&gt;; a small fishing village on the island of Amager.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For a great breakfast joint try &lt;a href="http://www.jensens.com/"&gt;Jensen's Steakhouse&lt;/a&gt;, where they serve breakfast steaks until 4.00 p.m!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't miss the &lt;a href="http://www.roskilde-festival.dk/uk/"&gt;Roskilde Music Festival&lt;/a&gt; in the summertime, the biggest music festival in Scandinavia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just outside my city, you can visit the castle of &lt;a href="http://whc.unesco.org/en/list/696"&gt;Elsinore&lt;/a&gt;, where Shakespeare's «Hamlet» takes place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The best way to see my city is by going on a &lt;a href="http://www.canaltours.com/dct/en"&gt;canal tour&lt;/a&gt; by boat, where you see the city from the waterfront.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If my city were a pet it would be a dog; energetic and always happy to see you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I didn't live in a city, I'd live in the British countryside, in a cosy Marpelian village.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I think about my city, the song that comes to mind is «Wonderful Copenhagen» by Danny Kaye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you have kids, you won't want to miss &lt;a href="http://uk.zoo.dk/VisitZoo.aspx"&gt;the zoo&lt;/a&gt;, which turns 150 years this year, and has all kinds of animals.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My city should be featured on your cover or website because in only a few short weeks Copenhagen will be hosting the &lt;a href="http://en.cop15.dk/?gclid=COWbiuHL9J0CFcsz3god9SFoKA"&gt;United Nations Climate Conference '09&lt;/a&gt;, which most Danish people are pretty proud of!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*They even &lt;a href="http://twitter.com/Redisch"&gt;tweeted&lt;/a&gt; it!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6529904696670615598-1948483603312416546?l=veryspecialplaces.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://veryspecialplaces.blogspot.com/feeds/1948483603312416546/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://veryspecialplaces.blogspot.com/2009/11/i-heart-my-city-copenhagen.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6529904696670615598/posts/default/1948483603312416546'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6529904696670615598/posts/default/1948483603312416546'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://veryspecialplaces.blogspot.com/2009/11/i-heart-my-city-copenhagen.html' title='I Heart My City: Copenhagen'/><author><name>Alexandra Crocodile</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03018596012893869692</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UykDZA9XE50/TLZQE8TvRBI/AAAAAAAAA5A/dPZFsDkyx3g/S220/IMG_5335.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6529904696670615598.post-1845528791156582270</id><published>2009-11-05T10:14:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2010-10-08T11:16:23.898+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Copenhagen'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Big Cities'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Denmark'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Europe'/><title type='text'>Halloween in Tivoli</title><content type='html'>Before I left for Norway, I made a little trip to &lt;a href="http://www.tivoli.dk/composite-3351.htm"&gt;Tivoli Gardens&lt;/a&gt; all by myself. Tivoli had been closed for a week, renovating the rides and decorating for Halloween, which lasts from the 9th until the 18th of October. I’ve been in Tivoli when they have their Christmas-theme before, but never during Halloween. -And I have to say, it was really nice!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The ground was a bit too cold for my docksiders, and I realised that I would have to swap them for my fugly, but very snug Uggs. Inside Tivoli, there were pumpkins galore, and lots of those scare crows with pumpkin-heads, there was lots of straw littering the ground, and of course the odd Grim Reaper complete with a savage-looking meat cleaver. The smell of hot churros was everywhere, and I would have bought some if the line wasn’t half a mile long. Sadly, I discovered that the Chaplon tea house was closed, because a little stall selling Christmas-objects d’arts have taken it’s place and will stubbornly remain there until New Year. I don’t want a Santa Claus figuerine in October, stall-lady! I want my chai latté!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, I discovered a fun little shop that sells everything from Kelim-bags to sparkling wine, to antiques and scary-looking witches (especially for the occasion, I hope). There were also musicians dressed as scare crows playing big band-music, and workers dressed as pumpkins and witches dancing with all the children – this picturesque scene could’ve been taken straight from a movie. Everything was so colourful, with lots of bright colours such as orange, red, yellow and green. Such warm, comforting colours. With ambiance such as this, you really don’t mind the frosty ground too much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UykDZA9XE50/SvKYnONmWGI/AAAAAAAAAT8/6R-PAckGzYI/s1600-h/IMG_7216.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400546702768101474" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UykDZA9XE50/SvKYnONmWGI/AAAAAAAAAT8/6R-PAckGzYI/s320/IMG_7216.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UykDZA9XE50/SvKYm0pv6ZI/AAAAAAAAAT0/2CYO5DFHd3Q/s1600-h/IMG_7225.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400546695906847122" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UykDZA9XE50/SvKYm0pv6ZI/AAAAAAAAAT0/2CYO5DFHd3Q/s320/IMG_7225.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UykDZA9XE50/SvKYmQtynoI/AAAAAAAAATs/9O3AJCn5sbc/s1600-h/IMG_7235.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400546686260125314" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UykDZA9XE50/SvKYmQtynoI/AAAAAAAAATs/9O3AJCn5sbc/s320/IMG_7235.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UykDZA9XE50/SvKYVv8FjzI/AAAAAAAAATk/MAadiH0BmjU/s1600-h/IMG_7208.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400546402583809842" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UykDZA9XE50/SvKYVv8FjzI/AAAAAAAAATk/MAadiH0BmjU/s320/IMG_7208.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UykDZA9XE50/SvKYVX9YnTI/AAAAAAAAATc/sqmwIyj2LX4/s1600-h/IMG_7239.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400546396146801970" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UykDZA9XE50/SvKYVX9YnTI/AAAAAAAAATc/sqmwIyj2LX4/s320/IMG_7239.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UykDZA9XE50/SvKYVKeMycI/AAAAAAAAATU/pXpWb98rXEA/s1600-h/IMG_7191.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400546392526342594" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UykDZA9XE50/SvKYVKeMycI/AAAAAAAAATU/pXpWb98rXEA/s320/IMG_7191.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UykDZA9XE50/SvKYUmKaNbI/AAAAAAAAATM/wg4ZQ1FaISo/s1600-h/IMG_7203.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400546382779659698" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UykDZA9XE50/SvKYUmKaNbI/AAAAAAAAATM/wg4ZQ1FaISo/s320/IMG_7203.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UykDZA9XE50/SvKYUS7H9PI/AAAAAAAAATE/uYkpDCA1lcM/s1600-h/IMG_7200.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400546377615275250" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UykDZA9XE50/SvKYUS7H9PI/AAAAAAAAATE/uYkpDCA1lcM/s320/IMG_7200.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6529904696670615598-1845528791156582270?l=veryspecialplaces.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://veryspecialplaces.blogspot.com/feeds/1845528791156582270/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://veryspecialplaces.blogspot.com/2009/11/halloween-in-tivoli.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6529904696670615598/posts/default/1845528791156582270'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6529904696670615598/posts/default/1845528791156582270'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://veryspecialplaces.blogspot.com/2009/11/halloween-in-tivoli.html' title='Halloween in Tivoli'/><author><name>Alexandra Crocodile</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03018596012893869692</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UykDZA9XE50/TLZQE8TvRBI/AAAAAAAAA5A/dPZFsDkyx3g/S220/IMG_5335.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UykDZA9XE50/SvKYnONmWGI/AAAAAAAAAT8/6R-PAckGzYI/s72-c/IMG_7216.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6529904696670615598.post-3875417742879593755</id><published>2009-11-05T10:04:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2010-10-08T11:09:12.289+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Copenhagen'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Big Cities'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Denmark'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Europe'/><title type='text'>Culture Night in Copenhagen</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;Kulturnat&lt;/em&gt; – or culture night in English, is an event that happens once every year in Copenhagen. You buy a pass for 85 dkk, that gives you free access to just about every museum, gallery and attraction the city has to offer, and it also includes transport! There are also lots of happenings all over the city throughout the evening, and the museums often set up special exhibits etc. for it. I went with my boyfriend and my German friend Silvia, and I thought we got good value for our money (which is something all students like!). From 18.00 until 01.00 we visited:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;- The National Museum&lt;br /&gt;- The Ny Carlsberg Glyptotek&lt;br /&gt;- The Zoo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UykDZA9XE50/SvKWzaD2QTI/AAAAAAAAAS8/-UDn0jPYQME/s1600-h/IMG_5090.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400544713083601202" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UykDZA9XE50/SvKWzaD2QTI/AAAAAAAAAS8/-UDn0jPYQME/s320/IMG_5090.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UykDZA9XE50/SvKWzHFhR4I/AAAAAAAAAS0/lMuIAmqKpsU/s1600-h/IMG_5086.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400544707990341506" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UykDZA9XE50/SvKWzHFhR4I/AAAAAAAAAS0/lMuIAmqKpsU/s320/IMG_5086.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UykDZA9XE50/SvKWytbA2YI/AAAAAAAAASs/v8Q_EWBVZtc/s1600-h/IMG_5084.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400544701101169026" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UykDZA9XE50/SvKWytbA2YI/AAAAAAAAASs/v8Q_EWBVZtc/s320/IMG_5084.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UykDZA9XE50/SvKWyX_9jGI/AAAAAAAAASk/Bzk36VLuhYY/s1600-h/IMG_5061.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400544695350561890" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UykDZA9XE50/SvKWyX_9jGI/AAAAAAAAASk/Bzk36VLuhYY/s320/IMG_5061.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UykDZA9XE50/SvKWyCj3WzI/AAAAAAAAASc/ApZUnyn40DI/s1600-h/IMG_5049.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400544689595570994" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UykDZA9XE50/SvKWyCj3WzI/AAAAAAAAASc/ApZUnyn40DI/s320/IMG_5049.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The National Museum.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The &lt;a href="http://www.nationalmuseet.dk/sw20374.asp"&gt;National Museum&lt;/a&gt; is really a place worth visiting (and there’s no admissions fee!). It’s pretty impressing considering that it’s located in Scandinavia – because it contains lots of artifacts from the ancient Middle East – including a mummy room (I think Copenhagen secretly yearns to be the new London, after all, they’ve got their mini British Museum AND their London Eye/Wheel of Copenhagen). The National Museum currently has an interesting display concerning the indians of the rainforests of South America, which is worth taking a look at if you’re in the city. The Museum also has the mandatory Danish history, which I didn’t pay much attention to, so I really must go back and have a closer look at what this place has to offer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ny Carlsberg Glyptotek (New Carlsberg Glyptotheke).&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This &lt;a href="http://www.glyptoteket.dk/"&gt;Utopia of ancient beauty&lt;/a&gt; is simply astonishing. Wikipedia tells me that “glypto” is Greek, and means to carve, and the “theke”-bit means a storing-place. This would make sense, because the whole gallery/museum is chock-a-block full of statues from the ancient Greek and Roman era. Room upon room is filled with statues, and is also slightly reminiscent of the British Museum because by the time you’re half done with the place, you can’t bear turning another corner, walking into another room and going “oooooh”, “aaaaah”, “look at that”, “isn’t that beautiful?”. It was just too much to handle at the short time we had allowed ourselves there. Trust me when I say that you would need a couple of hours to really absorb everything this place has to offer – including an amazing winter garden complete with a little tea room, to really give you that old world ambiance. Admission: Under 18: Free. Over 18: 60 dkk, except for Sundays when it’s free!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Copenhagen Zoo.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, you’ve all read &lt;a href="http://alexincopenhagen.blogs.ku.dk/2009/10/01/copenhagen-zoo-150-years-of-imprisoning-animals-but-is-it-all-for-the-best/"&gt;my post&lt;/a&gt; about &lt;a href="http://uk.zoo.dk/VisitZoo.aspx"&gt;this place&lt;/a&gt; before, and I don’t really have much more to add, except to say that I don’t really understand what all the fuss was about. Everyone told me that the most important thing to do on Culture Night was to go to the zoo, but I could hardly see any animals! This resulted in stupid people flashing lights into the faces of tiger cubs trying to get some rest after a long day, and me getting annoyed at said people. Also, the elephants seemed so stressed, which was really uncomfortable to watch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, I should mention that we tried to see both the round tower (Rundetaarn) and the botanical gardens, but by the time we got there, they were closed. But the good thing is that the pass you buy gives you a chance to attend one attraction once, free of charge, until the 31st of December. So I can still visit Rundetaarn for free if I wish!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6529904696670615598-3875417742879593755?l=veryspecialplaces.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://veryspecialplaces.blogspot.com/feeds/3875417742879593755/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://veryspecialplaces.blogspot.com/2009/11/culture-night-in-copenhagen.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6529904696670615598/posts/default/3875417742879593755'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6529904696670615598/posts/default/3875417742879593755'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://veryspecialplaces.blogspot.com/2009/11/culture-night-in-copenhagen.html' title='Culture Night in Copenhagen'/><author><name>Alexandra Crocodile</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03018596012893869692</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UykDZA9XE50/TLZQE8TvRBI/AAAAAAAAA5A/dPZFsDkyx3g/S220/IMG_5335.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UykDZA9XE50/SvKWzaD2QTI/AAAAAAAAAS8/-UDn0jPYQME/s72-c/IMG_5090.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6529904696670615598.post-3716816269012796962</id><published>2009-11-05T09:58:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2010-10-08T11:10:14.015+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Copenhagen'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Big Cities'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Denmark'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Europe'/><title type='text'>Copenhagen Zoo: 150 years of imprisoning animals - is it all for the best?</title><content type='html'>Hello Earth!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A couple of days ago I visited &lt;a href="http://uk.zoo.dk/VisitZoo.aspx"&gt;Copenhagen Zoo&lt;/a&gt;, which turns 150 years this year. The tickets were 130 dkk for an adult, and 70 dkk for a child. No student discounts, though, tut tut! But overall it was a pretty impressing place; they have lots of different animals and many of them seem very happy there. Well, content, at least. Some of them, like the turtles, were there because they had been rescued from someone planning on selling them as gourmet food. Personally, I believe that eating a turtle is just the same as eating a cow, morally, apart from the fact that some turtles are rarer than cows. But in principle, eating animal a) is just the same as eating animal b) in my book.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other animals also looked like they were enjoying themselves. The tigers, f.ex, had lots of space and seemed to be having a good time playing with a bright blue ball or gnawing on the leg of something-or-other. But then there were some animals that seemed to be very unhappy, and this upset me greatly. The polar bears were the worst, I think. There were two polar bears, and they were situated next to the ordinary brown bears. The brown bears seemed to be relaxing and having a good time, but the polar bears couldn’t stop pacing back and forth in the same fashion all the while I was observing them. They appeared to be completely stressed out, and reminded me of poeple waiting outside the operation room while some loved one was inside, and that the operation was very risky - do you get my drift? I also think that the polar bears had WAY too little space, after all, they’re BIG! They’re huge! They need their space! They just looked so unhappy. This kind of stuff really breaks my heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UykDZA9XE50/SvKU8Hpw5LI/AAAAAAAAASU/xGu2xQsHaRo/s1600-h/IMG_7031.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400542663737926834" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UykDZA9XE50/SvKU8Hpw5LI/AAAAAAAAASU/xGu2xQsHaRo/s320/IMG_7031.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UykDZA9XE50/SvKU7iuDFdI/AAAAAAAAASM/iQ_YwnqxrQM/s1600-h/IMG_7013.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400542653823784402" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UykDZA9XE50/SvKU7iuDFdI/AAAAAAAAASM/iQ_YwnqxrQM/s320/IMG_7013.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UykDZA9XE50/SvKU7XciccI/AAAAAAAAASE/yhVlKR6EdRU/s1600-h/IMG_6977.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400542650797552066" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UykDZA9XE50/SvKU7XciccI/AAAAAAAAASE/yhVlKR6EdRU/s320/IMG_6977.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UykDZA9XE50/SvKU6zvicnI/AAAAAAAAAR8/DMVfJvH-j_8/s1600-h/IMG_6974.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400542641213567602" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UykDZA9XE50/SvKU6zvicnI/AAAAAAAAAR8/DMVfJvH-j_8/s320/IMG_6974.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you want to visit a zoo while in Denmark, I’d rather suggest Givskud lion park. I was there this summer and it was really a beautiful place. &lt;a href="http://blogs.bootsnall.com/Anne-Sophie/?s=givskud"&gt;My mother&lt;/a&gt; has a blog post about it that explains it a bit more, and also directs you to the lion park’s web site.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6529904696670615598-3716816269012796962?l=veryspecialplaces.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://veryspecialplaces.blogspot.com/feeds/3716816269012796962/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://veryspecialplaces.blogspot.com/2009/11/copenhagen-zoo-150-years-of-imprisoning.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6529904696670615598/posts/default/3716816269012796962'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6529904696670615598/posts/default/3716816269012796962'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://veryspecialplaces.blogspot.com/2009/11/copenhagen-zoo-150-years-of-imprisoning.html' title='Copenhagen Zoo: 150 years of imprisoning animals - is it all for the best?'/><author><name>Alexandra Crocodile</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03018596012893869692</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UykDZA9XE50/TLZQE8TvRBI/AAAAAAAAA5A/dPZFsDkyx3g/S220/IMG_5335.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UykDZA9XE50/SvKU8Hpw5LI/AAAAAAAAASU/xGu2xQsHaRo/s72-c/IMG_7031.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6529904696670615598.post-8987435162699760463</id><published>2009-11-05T09:48:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2010-10-08T11:09:44.483+02:00</updated><title type='text'>New blog!</title><content type='html'>Hello Earth!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been blogging through the university of Copenhagen (on Wordpress) for a while now about my experiences as a foreign exchange student in Denmark. During that time I've discovered that I really enjoy travel writing, and I don't want to stop blogging about it when I return back home to Norway in January, so that's the reason for this blog! I do travel quite a lot, and thi is not meant to be a blog where I brag about all the countries I've visited, but I'll try and write amusing things from different places I've been. I'll also import all the posts I've written on my exchange-blog, so people don't have to go back and forth between the blogs all the time:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OK, I think that's the introduction part finished, but before I start blogging properly, I'd like to give a big thank you to &lt;a href="http://shabbyblogs.com/"&gt;Shabbyblogs&lt;/a&gt;, who have provided me with a beautiful header, a fantastic background, and oodles of delicius buttons.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6529904696670615598-8987435162699760463?l=veryspecialplaces.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://veryspecialplaces.blogspot.com/feeds/8987435162699760463/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://veryspecialplaces.blogspot.com/2009/11/new-blog.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6529904696670615598/posts/default/8987435162699760463'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6529904696670615598/posts/default/8987435162699760463'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://veryspecialplaces.blogspot.com/2009/11/new-blog.html' title='New blog!'/><author><name>Alexandra Crocodile</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03018596012893869692</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UykDZA9XE50/TLZQE8TvRBI/AAAAAAAAA5A/dPZFsDkyx3g/S220/IMG_5335.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
