EGESKOV

I started laughing halfway through this post because I suddenly remembered seeing my mom's Paris photos once and not having a clue where she had been because they were all close-ups of flowers, well mine here are nothing but trees (oh and maybe HC). Must be some hereditary streak of a dominant gene.

Other randoms. HC's stickman found a new friend, though I've never heard of a C-3PO lookalike being friends with a trooper.

The Egeskov castle was very beautiful but it was the grounds that I loved the most. Near the main castle were huge barns housing museums of vintage Harleys, fancy sportscars, firetrucks and even WWII planes, but I had to fall for the only bus in the collection, a 1950 Bristol K. After all those years of service, it drove itself to its final resting place all the way from the UK.

You can find out more about the castle here if you like.

BEGINNING WITH THE 'FIRSTS'

My first jet-lagged view. Hello København.

First encounter with Danish humour (I like it). Oh and in case you didn't know, the UN said so.

Our first destination, the pretty city of Odense. After 13 hours overnight on the plane, HC drove for almost 2 hours in a fully manual car on the complete opposite side of the road. Yes, he's a very good driver.

The home and museum of the most famous writer of fairy tales. Ugly duckling, princess and the pea, little mermaid, the emperor's new clothes... ...all that we knew and loved as children, but wait, what about the metal pig, the dumb book and... ...the girl who trod on a loaf?

The writer himself, a funny man who was too tall for his time and loved paper cuttings. It sounds terrible but to be honest, I don't quite remember a lot of what else I saw inside.

In fact, I don't think I quite remember much of what happened on that first day... ...

Oops, did I mention the jet-lag already? I promise you a better post for the second day.