However, Denmark was a different story. Not once but twice I ended up walking a minimum of 3miles in the opposite direction of where I was heading to. I mean, my map reading skills are not so atrocious that i end up crossing the border to another country (almost!). I was in a hurry to get to the Royal Ceremony (thingy), and with only 45mins to spare I set off on foot towards Charlottenborg Palace, only to end up walking towards the free way heading to Sweden. I could have taken a bus or metro you might remark. I was nowhere near a metro or bus station. Steam coming out of ears i retrace my steps and ask for help. Running late I just about make it to the ceremony dishevelled and breathless. Comedically I made it right into the middle of the guard change, disrupted the whole event, get yelled at by the police and laughed at by the tourists.
Moral of the tale; "thou must learn to map read"
(Here is another tourist getting told off by the Politi for crashing the parade)
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