We’d left some nasty episodes behind - Angry Angus, the teargas and the military police but what happened next topped the lot. We got on well with Frederik the principal driver who invited us to sit up front squashed on the bench seat, like a padded church pew, noses to the screen, as we trundled through the night peering into the darkness down the beam of the old Volkswagen’s fading headlights. By 2.00 in the morning we’d gained more knowledge about Copenhagen than you’d ever get from Lonely Planet when rudely interrupted by a plea from the back for a stop
Neville Hunt almost 6 years ago
Welcome back nightriders. Any advice on where to go in Copenhagen Steve... nudge, nudge, know what I mean? 🇩🇰