DAY FOUR- Copenhagen

The day begins with the traditional telling-off over my breakfast gluttony (after saying good morning to the Pandas of course), I am of the mind that you should try EVERYTHING that is available at least once. I belief that I know will be mirrored by my Father, my Mother-in-law and my Sister-in-law. Consequently I think it is perfectly acceptable to have a gammon steak for breakfast, okay I'm willing to agree it maybe slightly excessive to have it along side all the other breakfast items, but I found the gammon pile as I returned to our table.

My defence was that I was being supportive of Danish produce, in the same way my meals would be bacon heavy & drinks Tuborg and Carlsberg.

I know from then on every item I ingested would be under strict scrutiny by Mrs. T.

So we arrive in Copenhagen; Wonderful, wonderful Copenhagen. 

After feeling that we perhaps didn't make the most of Gothenburg yesterday, partly due to the weather no doubt but equally due to being a bit directionless. On disembarking Oriena we see a city ubictius hop-on /hop-off Red Bus Tour, which would seem a way of viewing a previously unexplored location. Thankfully it did as was required allowing us to hop-on and hop-off at all the essential points. No doubt we missed much, but it gave us a good over view of a place where we are only in port for a brief seven and a half hours. We placed Copenhagen in the memory bank as somewhere to return to for a City break in the future.

Speaking to many of our cruise mates it swiftly became apparent that we had explored further than most, it's sad to believe that wandering along the quayside could be seen as having actually visiting a place.

Many cruisers seem to boast that they have travelled and seen the world on their many trips, but closer scrutiny all to often reveals that they have merely seen many ports?!?

But we could at least say we had seen some of Copenhagen's most famous sites, if admittedly very briefly.

Liz decided to throw the risk of potential allergic reactions whilst in a foriegn counytry where you don't speak the lingo to one side and risk it with an ice cream. Ice cream is always the one thing that tempts Liz is be foolish and risk it, oddly  it is also consistently the one thing she often reacts to (a coincidence perhaps?) 

This particular ice cream parlour was deemed as looking safe; how can she tell, to my eyes all ice cream appears the same and I could see no notices in inform of guarantees of being natural (but I am very poor at linguistics and my Danish is non-existent). Perhaps Liz just had a feeling, an ora of ice cream safety?

She plumped for a 'brown one' and a 'green & brown speckled one', hoping for chocolate and mint choc-chip and receiving chocolate and mint-marzipan. I also went for colours as my guide,  'white & brown speckled one' and 'swirly brown' which turned out to be coconut and Lion. I can report that Lion's taste of peanut butter!

The weather remains unpredictable, we left the boat in blazing sun and whilst on the Red Bus the torrential rain began again, we declined to hop-off opting to stay-on until reaching the nearest stop to the ship. Which allowed us then to hop-off, change, grab lunch and hop-on again. 

Liz has been keen to try our designated evening restaurant for lunch. I've found it a bit stuffy and over attentive; matters are not helped by having waiters scrutinising each morsel that enters Liz's mouth in case of the appearance of rogue artificial sweeteners and the subsequent reaction.

Who am I to curtail the wishes of my beloved, with a heavy-heart and knowing we could do so much better we enter the Peninsular restaurant.

Sat on a table with four of the oldest of cruisers, who spend the whole meal moaning and criticising everything. I observe that the elderly appear to always select the most unappetising items on the menu and really like soup.

 God bless Liz she try's to initiate conversation and introduce discussion, which only provides topics to be spoken over and dismissed. I hoover my burger (the driest, smallest, most unexciting burger imaginable) and prey for a swift exit, Liz with better manners than me makes us wait until everyone has finished dining before fleeing. We vow never to return, at lunchtime at least.

Liz has continued to complain of pain in her face and headache came to head, waking from her afternoon sleep in tears and very obvious pain we venture into the bowels of the ship to visit the medical room. Twenty minutes later and £70 lighter we leave with a diagnosis of sinusitis and an assortment of potions. Almost instantly following taking her first tablet she informs me that she feels much better and will now be much better value. This means that I didn't have to issue the threat of "Cheer up or I'm going to throw you over-board!" ... yet!