Sun, 17 Aug 2003

author Tim	location St. Pauli, Hamburg, Deutschland
posted 13:30 CEST 21/08/2003	section Europe2002/Europe/Danmark/Danmark 2 ( all photos )

Danish Castles ( 30 photos )
This morning the showers were good and hot, so we enjoyed those while possible (something you have to do while travelling - the next one could be days away).
Driving out of the city and electing not to find the Carlsberg brewery for a tour, we needed breakfast and had little to eat. Another service station fixed this problem with cheapo coffee-and-cake deals while we poured more of Kuwait's finest into Rosie. Which reminds me, they have a service station over here called Q8. Get it?
There are plenty of famous Danish castles, but we had chosen to restrict ourselves to just two. First on the list was Kronborg Slot in Helsingør, at the top of the island of Zealand, about an hour north from København. This is famous as the castle from Shakespeare's Hamlet, and in fact we had by only days missed the "Hamlet in Hamlet's castle" performance of said play. Nevermind, would have been in Danish anyway.
Instead, we wandered around the courtyard and looked in the places we could without shelling out for a ticket. This place was interesting, but not amazingly so. The moat and surroundings certianly were attractive, but we had a bigger fish to fry.
This was Frederiksborg Slot, half an hour or so south-west in Hillerød. This highly-impressive castle spread across three islands was not only fantastic in its own right, but seemingly every square inch of the walls in the endless series of rooms across four floors are plastered with paintings, forming the Museum of National History.
After wandering down the long approach road, through the beautiful grounds, past the symmetrical Baroque Garden and into the castle proper, we spent hours wandering, attempting to absorb it all but failing miserably. You could honestly spend about a month just in this place, looking at the furniture, maps, books, astronomical equipment (old, working model of the Copernican system).
Highlights included a special chair-lift for the king to be lowered from one level to another, built in 1680 or something and still apparently in working order, and the huge mural paintings in the great hall (and elsewhere), which I could have studied for a day or so each, and the ornate chapel with amazing old organ.
There was just so much to take in, with even the boring rooms having amazing roof murals and furniture worth more than the GDP of most countries.
I was also most impressed with the way visitors were treated - a few simple "please don't touch things", and strings across the chairs were all that came between us and priceless antiques. They also highly impressed me with their photographic policy - a simple "no flashes please". I am constantly amazed at the number of places which won't let you take photos of anything. Why? I'm not damaging anything, merely catching some light through my camera rather than my eyes. If I was planning on selling them then ok, I understand, but I can't afford to buy the offical guide book at every single place we go. Sorry, rant over now :) .
Needing some late lunch, we went back to a café in the grounds and had to revert to pointing at what we wanted (very rare here), but it arrived and we ate it happily.
From there, we needed to push south fast while Rosie still wanted to. We drove across the two remaining bridges (yes we had to pay those extortinate tolls on the way back too), before finding another caravan park which claimed to have gas but was conveniently located for a night's stop anyway, in the town of Åbenrå, imaginatively named Åbenrå Camping.
The only problem was that we had spent the last of our Danish cash paying the tolls, and had originally intended to get through to Deutschland that night where we could use euros. No matter, as the slightly strange man was happy for us to pay the next day. Very trusting for a caravan park owner. The place was nice enough, and we cooked an improvised meal with what little we had left in our cupboards, before retiring for the night.

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