Gutentag (wait, that's German)

Wow, I guess it has been a while since my last post. Leaving behind the MacBook tends to minimize my internet access. However, I have left London behind, been through Amsterdam (I think) and am now chilly in Denmark. Alas, poor Yorick, you should have worn a scarf!
Though I was sad to leave the comfort of Mitch and Anne's guest room (and all those turkey leftovers), I boarded a plane bound for the Netherlands (which, strangely enough, is what I call the area between my...nevermind). 35 minutes later (thats right, 35 minute) I had reached mainland Europe and the city famous for its drugs and hookers. My guide and lodging to this haven of sin, which actually turned out to be a very old style town with a relaxed attitude to certain pleasures, was Nick Ellens. Couch cushions don't quite compare with a real bed, but hey, the price was right. Biking in Holland is bigger than Jesus, and everyone from students to grannies flys through bike lanes with bells blazing. With one day of gorgeous sun and two days of drizzly rain, I got the full gamut of Dutch weather. I won't go into details about the infamous coffeeshops, everyone knows the deal. All I will say is that walking along canals on a sunny morning only to turn a corner and be confronted with a dozen windows filled with prostitutes is more than a little disconcerting (and hilarious at the same time, in a very awkward way).
Getting from Amsterdam to Copenhagen was an all-day event of trains, transfers, ferrys, delays and two very nice swedes (no, not bikini models, older people). My train from Amsterdam to Ostnabruk was late, meaning I missed my connection. Fearing the worst, I caught the next train to Hamburg where I was supposed to catch yet another train. Luckily for me that one was also quite late, and I made the connection no problem (which is good, as it was the last one of the day). I spent the last 5 hours of the trip talking with the 2 Swedes (who were coming home from Italy) about pretty much everything: the difference between Americans and Canadians, car racing, IKEA (seriously). After 12 hours on the train, I finally arrived in Copenhagen, and grabbed a cab to my hostel.
Call it divine spite or coincidence, but I have had the top bunk in every hostel so far. This time, I am the top on a 3 bunk bed (so if I fall off, Im falling FAR!) Luckily I was so tired from the ride I simply passed out. Today I walked around town (got lost) and am heading out later to the pub with some other Torontonians.

Soon, off to Berlin