After the sick break, we hobbled our way to the Danish Design Museum. The fact that it’s free on Wednesday is what got us up and going. Once we got there, I was even more happy it was free… The objects displayed were beautiful, but the museum was a disaster. Poor signage, unfinished rooms, and an obnoxiously loud play in the courtyard. We were happy to escape.

With our hopes slightly beat we walked a couple miles over to Christianhavn, the island community that ounce was know for having its own currency, free lifestyle, and thriving legal drug trade. The first step for us was to conquer this huge spiral tower known for its view of the city. The stairs got so narrow at the top we had to pass awkwardly one at a time. The view was terrifying and amazing as we hung off the sides of the tower.

After our thigh burner, we followed the fairy mural through a park and into the “Green Light District”. Something was in the air, but not what you’d think… Tear gas. About thirty police were scattered and blocking off certain warehouses. There had been a riot where rocks were thrown after a drug bust right before we wandered in. We bought a locally brewed beer and watched a young woman arrested while kicking and screaming. Most of the time while exploring the commune, Alex and I were speechless.