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I'm sorry that we haven't updated the super-duper blog for quite a while, but our exciting trans-national train-trekking has left us with little time for idle contemplation in matters esoterical. In other words; we've been busy.

Our journey's first train stopped at Copenhagen, where we spent about five minutes in Copenhagen, trying to figure out how to get out of Copenhagen. We jumped on the nearest train bound for Hamburg while Oscar resisted his cravings for pilsner and pølse. We were both terrified of the German conductor who kindly asked to see our tickets. Of course, he did so in German, so it sounded like a train-wreck going through you right ear, leaving through the nose. And then we waited.

And then, to our surprise, the train decided that it wanted to be a boat. It boarded a ferry, where we spent the water-bound journey trying to re-enact the scene from Titanic on its deck. The apropriate part of the deck was out of bound for non-employees. The crew were probably sick and tired of hearing tourists scream "I'm the king of the world!"

And we also bought tax-free whiskey. It tastes as you would expect low-quality alcohol in a plastic bottle bought at a ferry to taste. We reckon that it will last the rest of our journey, and quite possibly, our entire lives.

And in a fit of madness and darkness and depravity, The Elder Gods decided to look down on us two puny mortals and lo and behold, they did spoke and said: "Let's fuck their shit up, yo." Or something like that. The train did leave the ferry, but after that, it suffered a complete breakdown. The voice from the speaker explained the dire situation in both German and Danish, in order to be unintelligible and incomprehensible to us in two languages. We did as everyone else did, and got off the train, into another and then waited for 50 minutes with the shaky reassurance that the train would leave the station any time now. We thought we had waited for a long time once our train was moving. But this... Was just the beginning! *Dun-Dun-DUUUH!*