#wombatbirds

3 Things I've learnt in Copenhagen about Copenhagen: The metro trains are automatic The seagulls are the size of wombats (shout out to home, my first ever wombat reference) Getting smiled at is overrated. Let us address these items individually. 1: The metro. Lucy so kindly pointed out that some of the metro trains have no drivers. You can sit in the front of the train with a clear view of your track. A pessimist might say you can see your death coming towards you but how many people do we know who get hit by or crash on public transport vehicles that often? 2: Seagulls should have a standard size. Not too different from the carry-on luggage allowance on low cost airlines. Your dog shouldn't be scared of a seagull and, frankly, such a bird should fit on your plate. 3: I've learnt that to seemingly be lacking in emotion is very Danish. A death stare is a necessity for a people with hearts of gold to match their locks. I quite like this. Reaching the soft centre kind of makes you feel like you're in on the joke although no one is laughing, they're all too busy being stoic. Despite my vaguely racist tour guide, day 2 in Copenhagen was a success