Firstly, some stuff I learned about Copenhagen, Denmark, Hostel living, and drinking.
1. Damn do they love their coffee over there. Paris was good! But this place was better.
2. The Danish are a beautiful people. Literally, stunning to behold. I try and adhere to the idea of not sticking out when out and about. Blending in and not becoming a target. I became very aware that this may be impossible, due to my unfortunate affliction of a semi northern English face.
3. England feels lazy now I've seen that the TOP method of transport out there is the humble push bike. I stepped onto Stafford Train Station and practically laughed at the quiet cycle racks.
4. Our attempts at Danish pastry is futile. End of discussion.
5. Marzipan. It is everywhere!
6. Staying in a Danish hostel is a treat. Just remember to squigee the shower when done. And pick a bed next to a charging port.
7. Europeans can easily shame me when it comes to alcohol. Especially on J-Day.
I'm sure there is more to this list, and I will add to it when I remember.
Finally, the camp itself. I will try and not get too technical, but the information was first class. The instruction was clear and concise. And the other attendees were polite to a fault. I met some utterly fantastic individuals whilst there. People who I am sure I will not be losing contact with any time soon. Jujitsu has opened some doors to me which I am forever greatful for, and I look forward to the next chapter on where it takes me.
One final thing. Street fight. Epic!
