I was supposed to do the Weekend Coffee Share today, but I can’t. I don’t have any coffee, and where I am right now there is really crappy Wi-Fi.  I am in my car, in the parking lot outside the convenience store. I had just started up my car to go home, when someone honked to get me out of my parking spot faster. So now I have to sit here until he gives up. This might take a while, he looks like a stubborn old buggar. If you are nearby, please swing by with a large coffee. Thank you.


Do you want to partake in the #weekendcoffeeshare? Then go to Parttime monster and join the link up 🙂 – After you come over here with a coffee. Thank you again.

Want to see my previous contributions to the Weekend Coffe Share? They are funny, I promise:

Nice to meet you

Coffee and taxes

Tokyo much? Akihabara (something for the nerds)

(Norsk versjon: Reisebrev fra Tokyo, Akihabara – consumer electronics galore, dag 3)

The district of Akihabara is a true El Dorado for technology-geeks and games- and manga-nerds, and if that is you, then you would be called otaku in Japanese.  The district is also called Akihabara Electric Town. After WW2 it became the commercial center for household appliances, electrical apparatuses and also the postwar black market.

Historically, this was a town gate to Edo (previous name for Tokyo), and the passage way between the city and the north-west part of the island. Craftsmen and merchants, and also some lower class Samurai, settled here. The area was destroyed in a fire in 1869, and the inhabitants decided to replace the burned down buildings with a shrine/sanctuary called Chinkasha – meaning fire extinguisher shrine. The popular name on the shrine was Akiba, named after a God who had the power to control fire. The surrounding area was therefore named Akibagahara, which was later shortened to Akihabara.

As household appliances began to lose its futuristic status and became common in the Japanese homes in the 1980s, the stores in Akihabara shifted their focus to home computers. At this time the computer were used by specialists and a few hobby-programmers. This change attracted a new type of clientele: the otaku (nerd). The nerds then attracted yet another type of customer, those interested in Manga, Anime and videogames. (See this post for Manga: Tokyo much? Manga-Mania) Relations between Akihabara and otaku have not just survived, but have grown to the point where the district is now known all over the world for its otaku culture, and many otaku regard Akihabara as their Holy Grail.


Yodobashi Akiba

Yodobashi Akiba is a monstrous department store in the Yodobashi Camera chain. We are talking 8 huge floors filled with electronics, computers, light, sound, toys, kitchen appliances, cafes, and everything your little okatu-heart desires. There are many fun purchases to be made here, but not all are very wise. Console games are zone locked, PC’s and tablets comes with operating system, keyboard and software preinstalled in Japanese, and mobile phones are sold solely on contract. Whether or not you come out of there with lots of shopping bags – this place is definitely worth a visit. It is the sickest department store ever!

Should you be inclined to dazzle in the fine art of shopping, please note that tax free shopping is available (usually electronic stores and the big department stores in the bigger cities), and if you shop for more than 10.000 JPY in one day in one store/department store, you can get the 5% VAT refunded. Remember to bring you passport, or else there will be no refund. Some stores will deduct the VAT at the cashier, others require you to take the receipt to the information desk and have it refunded there. Also smart to have checked what the max value is for importing toll free goods to your country.

After a whole day in a friggin’ department store, we returned to our hotel exhausted and with sore feet. We chose the Japanese restaurant at the hotel for dinner. We finally got us some Japanese food!


The Doods went for the steak

The waiter, a very formal man (this was a nice restaurant, mind you), had to swallow more than one giggle when the Karate Kid and I lost things in our noodles, stabbed the vegetables and had great difficulties with the chopstick technique.  Despite our clumsiness, we really enjoyed our three course meal.


Old Mamasan enjoyed tempura

hitsStay tuned for the Big Scramble (and we are not talking about eggs), and the Edo Castle.

Tokyo much? Manga-Mania

Norsk versjon: Reisebrev fra Tokyo, Manga-Mania og den store jakten på middag, dag 2 (del 2)

Our travel methodology consists of being as unprepared as possible. We found cheap tickets with Lufthansa, booked a hotel that seemed to have a fairly good location and was adequately comfortable, then we pushed the “confirm”-button. Then we did nothing for over six months.  The week before departure, we booked parking for our car at Copenhagen Airport, booked a portable Wi-Fi and checked on how to get from the airport in Tokyo to our hotel. (You can read more about the portable Wi-Fi and transfer to the hotel in this post: Tokyo much? (day 1, travel and arrival))

The travel guide was not purchased until after we were checked into the flight. Rebels, is what we are! Old Mamasan’s thoughts on what to see and do in Tokyo was simply; Japanese tea-ceremony and “old temples” (Check!) Sir Nerdalot wished to go to a ball game. (Check!) The Karate Kid wanted to do some Manga-stuff (Check!)

As you can see, a lot of what we do on our travels is not planned in detail, but this rather whimsical approach works for us.


Some of the Karate Kid’s Pne Piece books and collectables

 Day two was spent at Harajuku and Meiji-jingu, and after a quick stop by our hotel, we wanted to try a Garden Restaurant we had passed the evening before on the way to Tokyo Tower. Unfortunately they were closed for a private wedding party (maybe one of the weddings that took place at the Meiji-jingu). Being already half way to Tokyo Tower, we decided to go all the way in our pursuit for something edible. Despite the fact that we eat both fast, plenty and often, the typical “fast food” is not what we aim for. Ever. At Tokyo Tower fast food is what is offered. So we planned to do what the Kid really wanted and then have dinner at the restaurant at our hotel afterwards.


In the base of Tokyo Tower there is something called Tokyo One Piece Tower . An explanation might be needed here: Manga is the Japanese word for comic book. Mangas are very reputable in Japan and has since the very start been recognized as an art form. Manga is quite different from western comic books in drawing style, storytelling and plot, due to the vast differences in culture. Popular Mangas are often processed into Anime (Japanese for animation).


The Karate Kid just had to buy the first book of the series in Japanese.

One Piece is one of Japan’s most popular and bestselling Mangas, and tells the story about the young Pirate Monkey D. Luffy and his crew. The Karate Kid is a big fan!


Manga is read by starting at the back of the book and turning the pages the wrong way.

Inside this One Piece Tower there is, in addition to a store and a cafe, some sort of arcade. Talk about being lost, we did not understand one bit of what was going on. Nothing. Zilch. Zip. Nada.  The young Japanese girls that work there have this annoying way of yelling in a baby-voice and it is the most irritating sound ever! Oh the noise level! Oh my poor head!

The girls with the annoying voices nagged, convinced, pulled and pleaded with us to join in some of the games. We didn’t know how to get out of this, so we partook in a couple stupid games. I have no idea if we won anything, I don’t know what the heck was going on. It felt like we were stuck in a crazy Japanese game show.

Obviously this place is not just for kids. There were several grownups, without kids, running around with some plastic sea shells, ducking in and out of tunnels and doorways. The Kid picked up one of the shells and headed into a tunnel. He later told us that he had had a great time. He had no clue what he was doing – but it was great!

We did try to follow instructions from these cute Japanese girls with the annoying voices, and we smiled and we tried and then we smiled some more. We were as confused as freshly released flatulence in a wicker chair. Even the Kid, who reads this stuff, was confused, shocked and rather amused by the whole thing. Surreal. Weirdo McWeirdface. Like, totally.

The Kid posing with one of the characters from One Piece


I don’t think Sir Nerdalot has any clue who this character is.


That little thing with the big head is the Kid’s fav character. It is a healing reindeer? Eeeerrrr… He is the medic onboard the Pirate ship? Or something?

I am note sure what the Kid is posing in front of here? Surely it’s One Piece-related?


The Karate Kid is trying to figure out the games


The dude in the red shirt is the main character, that is, if you can pull your eyes away from the boobs sitting in front.


I guess we won? Happy b-day? Just smile and say “arigato”!


The Kid posing with Luffy and the healing reindeer. Whatever you do, do not call it a goat! That would be sacrilege!

When we finally found the way out of that crazy place, we were really hungry, so we headed for the Japanese restaurant at our hotel. Whaddayaknow! We were 5 minutes too late! At 9 pm there are not many restaurants still open, but we did manage to find a nice American coffee shop/restaurant/bar where they had great food, but sadly nothing Japanese on the menu.


Old Mamasan had a very un-Japanese cod-burger.


I love this photo of the reflection of the Tokyo Tower glaring in the neighboring building.

Stay tuned for more Tokyo craziness. The next post will be on electronics galore.


Tokyo much? Harajuku and Meiji-jingu

Norsk versjon: Reisebrev fra Tokyo, Harajuku, Meiji-jingu, dag 2 (del 1)


Have you heard about Harajuku girls? Harajuku is a district in Shibuya, Tokyo, and an important center of Japanese youth culture and fashion. Young people come here dressed up as figures from comics, books or games (Cosplay) or even masking as celebrities. If you are on the lookout for a really unique outfit, I am certain you will find one in the pedestrian street Takeshita-dori or in the adjoining streets.


The upper end of Takeshita-dori

Takeshita-Dori was very crowded with more tourists then Harajuku girls. It was indeed a fun experience, but if you are suffering from enochlophobia (fear of crowds); you’d be well advised to stay clear of this particular street. Serious, this street is like a friggin Circus! It was very hard to cross this pedestrian street to look at the stores on the opposite side, so the solution is to walk up on one side and down on the other side. That way you get all the stores on Takeshita-dori covered.


Crowded pedestrian street

I cannot write about Harajuku without mentioning that they do speak English, just not extremely well. You could see the panic in their eyes when they were spoken to in English, but with a great big smile and some body language, you will help them get past the panic stage and move into some sort of communication. They are very sweet and helpful. I would have bought the T-shirt below – had they carried anything resembling Nordic sizes.


If this is a mistake, then it’s funny. If it’s self-irony, then it’s hillarious!


The Karate Kid posing in his newly bought Yukata, an informal summer-kimono.

At a coffee house in Harajuku we found these buttons on our table (see pic below). We did not get what these are for. When no one showed up to take our order, we slowly started to realize that we might be expected to make a first move – via these funky looking buttons. Old Mamasan being both the oldest and the wisest (and technically also the closest) gently pushed the smallest button. And we waited. Nothing happened. We discussed whether or not to try the other button, and again by being both the oldest and wisest (and still the closest, but that was hardly the reason), Old Mamasan tried the bigger button. Whatayaknow! Suddenly our table number lit up on a screen and promtly a waiter was beside our table ready to take our order. Lesson learned: Don’t be shy. Don’t be timid. Go big or go hungry!


The set of magic buttons


The Karate Kid ready for some lunch


A hungry Sir Nerdalot who also didn’t get the buttons.

Meiji-jingu (a short history lesson)

The Meiji shrine is a Shinto shrine dedicated to the Meiji Emperor and his wife’s souls. Shinto means “Way of the Gods”, and practices have been found described in texts from around year 800. Shinto holds many different elements and is strongly influenced by other Asian religions and philosophies. Up until the Meiji Restauration, Shinto was closely related to Buddhism.


The Doodz with clean hands in the Meiji-jingu


These are “prayer-cards”, you write a prayer on a card and hang it on this board.

For 250 years before Emperor Meiji came to power, Japan was ruled by a feudal regime called the Tokugawa Shogunate. The Shogun was the country’s real ruler, and the Emperor’s powers were solely symbolic. In the hierarchy below the Shogun followed Daimyo (Nobles), Samurai (warrior class), farmers, craftsmen and at the very bottom; merchants. The Nobles and the Samurai ran an isolationist policy, and Japan was during this reign falling behind the rest of the world both technologically and socially.


The Doodz enjoying Meiji-jingu

Mutsuhito (b. Nov 3, 1852 in Kyoto. D. Jun 30 1912 in Tokyo) was Japan’s Emperor from 1867 until his death. He is referred to as the Meiji Emperor. Meiji means “enlightened peace”. One year after the Meiji Emperor ascended the throne, the last Shogun of the Togugawa dynasty lost his power. The old feudal regime was abolished by the introduction of a new constitution in 1889. The Meiji Restoration that followed Mutsuhito’s takeover was marked by a strong westerly oriented modernization and development, yet was clearly nationalistic. Japan became a significant industrial and naval economic power.


Traditional wedding-procession at Meiji-jingu

After the beloved and popular Meiji Emperor’s death in 1912, the building of the Meiji shrine started, in large part through voluntary contribution. The original building was ruined during WW2, and the current building was opened in 1958. Meiji-jingu is one of the most famous Shinto shrines.




The Meiji-jingu is placed in a vast park/forest with several «Torii» leading up to the shrine. Torii is a traditional Japanese portal which marks the entrance to a shrine or hallowed land. It represents the division between secular and sacred, and stands as a reminder that one should ritually cleanse oneself before stepping onto holy ground. In some cases you pass under several Torii as you approach a shrine, representing the increased levels of sanctuary as you approach the shrine.



Old Mamasan and Sir Nerdalot by one of several Torii

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Old Mamasan and the Karate Kid



Between the entrance and the Shrine you find huge stacks of decorative sake barrels, kazaridaru. Traditionally sake has been seen as a link between the Gods and the Japanese people. Barrels of sake are annually donated by various breweries to the Meiji-jingu, and are used in ceremonies and festivals.


Dekorative barrels of sake


A stack of sake



On the other side of the road, you find an equally impressive stack of wine barrels from wineries in Bourgogne, France, donated to be blessed by the Shinto shrine.


Donated barrel of wine


Nicely stacked

A day filled with history and contrasts, but it is not over yet. Stay tuned for some Manga-Mania in my next post in the Tokyo-series!


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Road rage much? (repost)

Old Mamasan is wise enough, and experienced enough, to know that when moving to Spain, a car will be a necessity. Sure, there are many ideological souls out there that swear on using their feet when going shopping, sightseeing, and what have you. Not Old Mamasan. No, Sir! I will have a car, that is the way I roll! (pun intended)

While booking the rental car, the option of including a GPS appears. No, thank you, I will bring my own “voice in a box“. Now, my “voice in a box” is sometimes quirky, and not seldom has she led me astray. But for the most part, she is a reliable and trustworthy friend, giving me clear and correct directions in (almost) every crossroad.

Old Mamasan has as much sense of direction as a loaf of bread, so I am totally reliant on the box. If she leads me astray – well, then I am lost. Getting lost is not always a bad thing; I have discovered so many cool places just by being lost. However – the box can be a real pain in the sit-upon, especially in heavy traffic. It is in those situations her nagging both instigates an argument, and brings out the road rage in me:

Box: Turn right at the intersection.

Mamasan: Right, got it!

Box: Turn right at the intersection.

Mamasan: I will, but right now I have to wait for the light to change.

Box: Turn right at the intersection.

Mamasan: Stupid much? I have a red light! R-E-D! Now shut up!

Box: Turn right at the intersection

Passenger seat: *giggles at the crazy woman arguing with the box* 

Mamasan: Shut up!

You think I eased out in the intersection and took a nice, calm right – after that argument with the box? No, Sir! We are talking loud acceleration (I would say fast, but the 4 horse powers in the Fiat 500 had a tendency to limit essentials like acceleration and speed.) Hands clasping stearing wheel and stick shift with white knuckles, yanking the stick shift from gear to gear and making a very sharp right – all while cursing everyone who has the audacity to be at the same intersection as myself at the exact same time. Donkeys! Yeah, I road rage.

Box: In the roundabout, take the third exit

Mamasan: All right, better change lanes then, and position myself in the inner lane.

Box: In the roundabout, take the third exit.

Mamasan: One… Two… This one!

Stupid car in the outer lane: Wroooom! Hooooonk! Wroooom!

Mamasan: *extends middle finger towards stupid car in outer lane (and decides to take an extra round)*  Road rage much?

Passenger seat: *in a snarky know-it-all-teenager-tone*  I notice that everyone uses the outer lane, even when they are going all the way around the roundabout.

Box: Recalculates.

Mamasan: What’s the point of the inner lane then?

Passenger seat: *still in a snarky know-it-all-teenager-tone* I don’t make the rules. I just make observations.

Box: In the roundabout, take the third exit

Mamasan: *on her second round in the roundabout*  I’ve lost count, so give me some helpful directions or shut up!

Box: Recalculates.

Passenger seat: *weird snorting, gasping and annoying laughing-sounds*

Mamasan: If you don’t shut up, I’ll recalculate your butt to the moon and back!

Box: In the roundabout, take the third exit.

Passenger seat: *loud laughing and knee-slapping-noises*

Mamasan: You’re grounded.

Passenger seat: Me or the box?

Mamasan: Both of you. Donkeys!

Box: Recalculates.

Yup. I road rage. Much.


(First time posted 06 Aug 2015)


Daily prompt: Crossroads

Tokyo much? (day 1, travel and arrival)

Norwegian version: Reisebrev fra Tokyo, reisen og ankomst, dag 1

The Karate Kid had been nagging us about Japan ever since he started training Karate. He bought himself a book to learn Japanese. The Kid goes “all in”, well, for a while anyways. You can imagine his joy when he on Christmas Eve (we are Norwegian, we do the gifts on Christmas eve.) opened the last gift under the tree. He was squatted on the floor in the living room at my in-laws lovely house in Spain, and he really didn’t see it coming. Sir Nerdalot and I had done a great job in writing off all the Kid’s nagging with “I’d also like to visit Japan, but it’s too expensive” or “it’s just too far”.

The Kid thought we were all done with the gifts, when someone pointed out one simple, white envelope hidden behind the Christmas tree. It had only the Kid’s name on it. No “Merry Christmas”, no cute Christmassy drawings of elves and Santa or reindeer. Just his name. Plain and simple.

He looked dumbfounded while he opened the envelope, pulled out the papers inside, and read quietly to himself. It took him a while before he understood what the heck the papers were all about.

-Airplane tickets? He asked.

-Yes it is, said Sir Nerdalot, and continued: – But airplane tickets to where?

The Kid intensely stared at the itinerary and hotel bookings in his hands. He had a hard time concentrating on the letters, on pulling them together to words, and even worse; to make any sense of the words. Not that he can’t read, in fact he reads very well, but his head was already spinning with the realization that he was gifted a travel. That itself was exciting enough to throw him for a loop.

– What? Eeerrr… Narita…. huuuuuuhhh……. TOKYOOOOOOOO!

After his brain had successfully computed the full extent of what he was actually holding, he went into complete tearing-snorting-hulking-laughing-jumping-running around himself-hugging everyone two, three times-overload.

Hours later we went to bed, knowing full well that The Christmas gift of the year, had been a success. The Kid had graciously told us so over and over. We had nailed it. Like totally!


Over thereeee!

Six months later, it was finally time for departure for The Greatest City in the World, and an early morning one at that. We are a family built for comfort, so we had booked a parking spot for our car at the airport. When you are going on a long haul, you might be well advised to take note of exactly where you have parked your car – or even better, pull out your smartphone and snap a couple pictures of the whereabouts of your car. That way you don’t have to walk around the parking house for hours looking for your car when you return. This might not sound like the biggest problem in the world, but when you return all jetlagged and exhausted from a well spent vacation, you’ll appreciate that you had taken the time to snap some photos of where the car is. (Make sure you include parking space number or any helpful directions in your series of pics)

When departing at stupid o’clock huge amounts of java poured down Old Mamasan’s throat is crucial. I admit that I am not the friendliest person in the morning, and depriving me of coffee will make a bad situation even worse.  You will not talk to me before my first installment of java is complete. And if you have the audacity to attempt to do so, you will, as a best case scenario, get a grunt and a “Stupid.” as response.

My travel companions, the Kid and Sir Nerdalot, are well aware of the situation, and made sure that Old Mamasan was amply fueled on the ol’ java. They even threw in some breakfast and a travel guide. I have trained them well.


Java and travel guide makes Old Mamasan happy.


Ready for our first leg towards Tokyo with Lufthansa. Even Sir Nerdalot is in full control of his fear of flying.

First leg done, and in Frankfurt there was ample time to refuel with a bucket of coffee (and a Pretzel – because when in Germany etc.) before the 11 hour flight across Russia. I don’t care what airline you travel with, or how much you paid for your ticket, in-flight coffee tastes like the mucus that seeps out from the warts on a dead man’s sweaty feet. I will normally switch to tea on flights, as it is easy to disguise the horrid taste with milk and sugar. Lots of sugar.


Sir Nerdalot still going strong, even giving the thumbs up before the 11 hour flight.

We arrived at Narita at 7.30 in the morning, and went to collect the portable Wi-Fi we had booked. It is not customary with free Wi-Fi at all cafes, restaurants and bars in Tokyo (there is Wi-Fi available at Starbucks and McDonalds, but we weren’t planning on spending much time at such places), so renting a portable Wi-Fi to carry with you while exploring this wonderful city is recommended. If, for nothing else, then to be able to utilize Google Maps so you don’t get lost at the crossroads of Tokyo. You can find information about this practical thingamajigger here.

Narita is located quite far away from Tokyo, and you can take a taxi, train or a bus into the city. We chose bus as we did not know the train or metro-system, and wasn’t quite sure how far we’d have to drag our luggage from the metro station to the hotel. The bus turned out to be a good choice, as it took us all the way to the hotel entrance. We bought the tickets at the airport. Sir Nerdalot had done his homework and knew exactly how this worked, because he had read up on this webpage.

A morning arrival, even with a 2 hour commute from the airport, is impractical as we were too early to check in to the Shiba Park Hotel at Minato (very good and central location, yet nice and quiet), so we put our luggage into the hotel’s storage room. We had a couple hours to kill and found it best to keep moving as we were dead tired after traveling for half a day and halfway around the world.

Right by our hotel we found the Buddhist temple Zōjō-ji. Quite jet-lagged, we were unaware that we entered through Sanmon, which symbolizes the three stages you must go through to achieve Nirvana. There will be more about this in a later post, as we returned to take a closer look when we were not so tired that we could hardly see. (And yes, that is the Tokyo Tower to the right in the photo. I found the contrasts between new and old very fascinating throughout our visit in Tokyo.)


Zojo-ji and Tokyo Tower


Sanmon, the gate to Zojo-ji


The Doodz googling what kind of cool place we had stumbled upon.

We were starting to get hungry as well, so we more or less stumbled into the first food-place where it looked like they might serve lunch, in this case a very nice and cozy café/bakery in the Le Pain Quotidien-chain. (French for “the Daily bread”) Good food, good latte and freshly pressed juices. (There are also detox-choices on the menu, if you are inclined to buy into that hoax.)


Tired, but high-spirited.


Good lunch


Sir Nerdalot struggeling to stay awake

After lunch we checked in to the hotel, and slept away the rest of the day.

After some sleep we went back out in the evening to get dinner. Half a year in Spain had made us too continental for Tokyo as most restaurants had already closed for the evening. Be aware of that when visiting Tokyo, the fashionable late dinner won’t work – unless you are willing to settle for the international chain-restaurants.


Tokyo Tower

As a nice ending of the evening we walked up to Tokyo Tower, which was built in the 1950’s when post-war Japan was building monuments to symbolize the Modern Japan. Tokyo Tower is 13 meters taller than the Eiffel Tower in Paris. It is a giant tourist-trap, but a fun tourist-trap. We took the elevator to both observation decks at 150 and 250 meters above ground, and were amply rewarded with a beautiful view of the city.


The Doodz patiently waiting in line for the elevator to the top observation deck.


The Dood-smurfz on the lower observation deck


The Kid is enjoying dessert Tokyo-style


Old Mamasan was impressed to find drop-scones in Tokyo


The Doodz under the Tower


Old Mamasan and the Karate Kid at 250 meters

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Dazzling Tokyo

Oh how I love Tokyo! I so want to go back, and also see more of the magnificent country Japan.

While browsing through my Tokyo photos for this week’s entry in Where’s my backpack‘s weekly challenge, Travel Theme: Dazzling, I was reminded that the whole series of blog posts from Tokyo are written in Norwegian only. I did those before I started blogging in English. I guess that will be my next project; translating the whole Tokyo-series into English. That will keep me busy for a while.

One thing that strikes me as totally unexpected and odd, is how safe, clean and quiet this most populous metropolitan area in the world is, which led us to whisper as to not disturb the locals.

Until I get my posts translated, here are my most dazzling photos from Tokyo:



Enjoying Nyhavn, Copenhagen, Denmark

Nyhavn is a cherished part of my borrowed city, Copenhagen. Nyhavn (New Harbor) is a 17th century waterfront and entertainment district, and it is lined with townhouses from the 17th and early 18th century, most of them housing bars, restaurants and cafes.

King Christian V constructed Nyhavn from 1670 to 1673, and it was dug by Swedish prisoners of war from the Dano-Swedish War 1658-1660 (which was resolved with the Treaty of Copenhagen where Sweden was forced to return Bornholm to Denmark and Trøndelag to Norway). The area was notorious for alcohol, sailors and prostitution. Nyhavn was pedestrianized in 1980, and started to become popular with tourists and locals.

On sunny spring days – like we had on Friday, Nyhavn is swarming with tourists, and it is actually hard to get a table at the outdoor restaurants. But when you do get a hold of a table; ENJOY!



Nice to meet you


It’s time for a Weekend Coffee Share, and chances are that you and I do not know each other. I guess we would do the handshake thing? Or perhaps you would totally intimidate me by treading into my personal space and do the kissy thing?

The kissy thing confuses me. Is there a set side to which to plant the kiss? And are lips supposed to come in contact with cheek, or do you just pucker up and make the smacking-sound that makes my ears beep for hours?

Depending on where you are from, you would do the more-than-once kissy thing? Now we have a huge issue here. How am I – a hand shaker – supposed to know how many times to kiss and be kissed? I have experienced once, twice, three times and even four times of alternating sides and kissing. Some on the cheek and some in the air. This is really doing my head in, and when ever I am faced with a kisser, I tremble in fear!

Now, let’s talk about the handshake. Do you have any idea how off-putting and disappointing it is to get a limp handshake? Big, hairy manly-men with the handshake of little, brittle old ladies with arthritis. Get off it; you’re not convincing anyone with that crap! A handshake must be firm, but not so hard that you cut off the bloodstream to my fingers and hear the breaking of bones. It must be just right.

I guess every language and culture have some niceties that are being exchanged when you meet people. “Nice to meet you” is very common. We say that in Norwegian also. But think about it for a minute: Why do people say “nice to meet you”, before I’ve even said anything?

How do you know it’s nice to meet me?

I’m a jerk.


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