My day in Copenhagen was spent browsing along the Ströget and eating at one of the many outdoor restaurants in Nyhavn. Thirty some years ago the Ströget was classy and Nyhavn was the sailors haunt where they could get a tatoo and a drink. Today the rolls are reversed; stretches of the Ströget were full of cheap stores, while Nyhavn is trendy and chic with hardly any tatoo parlors.
Come evening it was time to take the overnight train to Munich, and I had reserved a couchette in a compartment for 6 people. As I was alone in the compartment for the first 2 hours, I laid out my sheet, pillow, and blanket on the bottom of the three berths, but at the next stop three 30-something people got on and with German precision informed me that my place was in the top bunk. I politely suggested that as they were younger maybe one of them could take the top bunk, but they were quite adamant and I had to climb the ladder to the top!
It is a strange feeling speeding through the darkness, and one man snored so it wasn't exactly a peaceful night. However, I survived and was met by my friend at the main railway station in Munich.
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