Where the sea meets the sea

The soccer game was peaceful compared to last weeks game. Everyone walked away unscathed, although the Danish fans were not nearly as excited about a 0-0 draw as the Northern Ireland fans were. We went to the city hall or "green" square 4 hours before the game where all the N. Irish fans were decked out in green. All the Irish fans were super friendly and quite festive with their drinks and constant sining. My personal favorite song went a little something like this: "We're not Brazil, we're Northern Ireland...." We actually ended up walking to the stadium with the Irish fans because they all marched as a group through the city. My friend Henrik said that they were the best opposing crowd that had ever traveled to Copenhagen for a national match. After the game, every pub in the city was filled with drunk N. Irish fans doing hillarious things that most of them probably didn't remember the next morning.

Sunday I took the train with my friend Tina to a city in northern Jutland called Fredrikshavn. Her parents were kind enough to let us borrow the car yesterday and she drove me to the very northern tip of Denmark called Skagen. We walked out along the beach to the exact point where the Baltic and North seas meet. It was impressive to see the waves from each sea come crashing into the waves from the other. Swimming is forbidden in this area, but one can imagine the strength of the competing tides. Last night, Tina's family invited me to have dinner at their house.

Today I am exploring the university town of Aalborg and will later take the train further south to Arhus where I am meeting up with another friend. Tomorrow night I will be leaving Denmark. I fly to Venie via London and then plan to move on to eastern Europe through Slovenia.