Int. A Hall in Elsinore Castle
Literally, I wrote that sentence while standing in a hall in Kronborg Castle in the town of Helsingør, AKA Elsinore. The rest of it, I'm writing back at my hotel. There absolutely is something rotten in Denmark today, but unfortunately that thing is me. Despite a valiant effort by both of us to prevent this from happening, the little virus that could, which put a damper on the majority of my friend's time in Europe seems to have jumped ship from her to me at some point. Headachy, dizzy, throat on fire, a bit nauseated and most likely a bit feverish. Not fun! Thankfully, I had the presence of mind to stop into the pharmacy in Sweden (where I went to spend one last night after my friend left for NYC) this morning before returning to Denmark. My symptoms weren't bad enough at that point that I was sure I was getting sick, but I thought "better safe than sorry"! If there's one thing we learned in Copenhagen, its that Denmark has a weird aversion to cold medicines that actually work. Sweden, hopefully, does a bit better on that front!
Anyway, after an incredibly trying morning spent wandering the streets aimlessly in search of a not-so-very-well-signposted tourist information bureau (the bane of my existence, my POS Motorola cell phone, despite being fully charged overnight, decided to shut off just before I was able to get directions to, or even the address of my hotel! Thought for sure it was a goner this time, but after an hour plugged in at the hotel, it just as mysteriously came back to life.) I made it to my hotel, and realized that I was most definitely sick! But I came to Helsingør to see Hamlet's castle, damnit, and so I mustered up just enough energy to get on the bus out there, stumble around the halls and dungeon casemates, and bus back to my hotel, where I have been ensconced in bed ever since!
Every part of me wishes I could stay here another night, but I've already booked my train to Århus for tomorrow afternoon. Thankfully, I am staying there for two nights, so hopefully I'll have enough time to rest and kick the worst of this cold before I have to get on a boat and sail two days to freezing cold Iceland! But for now, "I die, Horatio"....
Literally, I wrote that sentence while standing in a hall in Kronborg Castle in the town of Helsingør, AKA Elsinore. The rest of it, I'm writing back at my hotel. There absolutely is something rotten in Denmark today, but unfortunately that thing is me. Despite a valiant effort by both of us to prevent this from happening, the little virus that could, which put a damper on the majority of my friend's time in Europe seems to have jumped ship from her to me at some point. Headachy, dizzy, throat on fire, a bit nauseated and most likely a bit feverish. Not fun! Thankfully, I had the presence of mind to stop into the pharmacy in Sweden (where I went to spend one last night after my friend left for NYC) this morning before returning to Denmark. My symptoms weren't bad enough at that point that I was sure I was getting sick, but I thought "better safe than sorry"! If there's one thing we learned in Copenhagen, its that Denmark has a weird aversion to cold medicines that actually work. Sweden, hopefully, does a bit better on that front!
Anyway, after an incredibly trying morning spent wandering the streets aimlessly in search of a not-so-very-well-signposted tourist information bureau (the bane of my existence, my POS Motorola cell phone, despite being fully charged overnight, decided to shut off just before I was able to get directions to, or even the address of my hotel! Thought for sure it was a goner this time, but after an hour plugged in at the hotel, it just as mysteriously came back to life.) I made it to my hotel, and realized that I was most definitely sick! But I came to Helsingør to see Hamlet's castle, damnit, and so I mustered up just enough energy to get on the bus out there, stumble around the halls and dungeon casemates, and bus back to my hotel, where I have been ensconced in bed ever since!
Every part of me wishes I could stay here another night, but I've already booked my train to Århus for tomorrow afternoon. Thankfully, I am staying there for two nights, so hopefully I'll have enough time to rest and kick the worst of this cold before I have to get on a boat and sail two days to freezing cold Iceland! But for now, "I die, Horatio"....
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