Search

Maryspotting

Copenhagen

It’s 6.14am here in Copenhagen, I had to get away from the snoring girl in our room. Imagine the sound of a vacuum cleaner, sucking large amounts of snot and saliva, in and out iiiin and ouuut. That’s her unique brand of nocturnal noise.

Anyway, yesterday was brilliant. I will edit this when I get home with proper place names and photos, right now I am writing half asleep. We started the day off at the royal palace square thingy. Was just thinking it was a little dull when a swish black car zooms across the square. Who was at the wheel?

“It’s MARY!” squealed an Aussie guy in our group. “It’s Australia’s Crown Princess Mary!”

Holy fuck it was. A dozen people swooped after her, yelling mary mary mary! I refused to run after her (that wasn’t just due to laziness, really). I got one distant shot before shouting after everyone, “Leave her alone, you freaks! Don’t chase princesses in cars! You all know what happened to Diana!”

People are still Mary mad here. Pubs have Danish and Aussie flags. Hundreds of people forked out 40 kroner to see her wedding dress on display (we did!). Locals have been even nicer to us when they hear our accent.

We checked out the resistance museum, sat in the park and couldnøt believe we left our sunscreen and glasses in the hostel. Did some window shopping, went to the museum of erotica. FINALLY i get to go to a museum of erotica. It was mostly informative and amusing, but then you get to this room with dozens of TVs playing pornos and realise you’re the only tourist among many lonely men with slightly glazed expressions.

Next on to Tivoli http://www.tivoli.dk/composite-297.htm Where the hell is the thingies on this Danish keyboard? We strolled around watching kiddies throw tantrums and people screaming on roller coasters. Then we noticed large crowds gathered round the concert hall. Apparently it was the 70th birthday of the Queen’s hubby. There were photographers prowling with lenses as big as the World’s Biggest Penis i’d seen at the Erotica Museum.

Sure enough, Princess Mary and that gorgeous hunk of her Crown Prince hubby came walking along the gardens. I whipped out the camera and started filming. I have 20 seconds of paparazzi elbows, cheering kiddies and brief glimpses of the lovely couple. I chased her down the path like a true pro (but keeping a respectful distance, unlike some vultures), mostly getting my shoes. Then the Queen and her hubby arrived and everyone stopped chasing and clapped politely instead.

When we met up with our group later on, they had seen her after the concert, so they had beautiful close up magazineish shots of her waving. I fumed in a pot of envy until I realised my shitty video meant more to me than a perfect headshot, I’d captured glimpses of Mary’s bewildered and slightly overwhelmed expression as the crowds went berserk.

It was a rockin day, I can’t believe I am finally on holiday. So this is why we worked those stupid 7 day weeks. Here are some squiggles on the Danish keyboard æ æ ø ø åå. Take care, groovers. Today we’re off to Stockholm.

Share on FacebookTweet about this on TwitterPin on PinterestEmail this to someoneBuffer this page

About Shauna Reid

Ahoy there! I’m an author, copywriter and old school blogger. I love telling stories about life and helping my clients to tell theirs. Find out more about me and how we can work together.


10 thoughts on “Maryspotting

  1. Copenhagen was the best place I ever visited during my 2½ year world tour. Make sure to buy a few 4 packs of Tuborg and sit around at Nyhavn.

  2. My Mary claims to fame:

    (Hobart is a small place)

    Mary and I were both at Waimea Heights Primary together (only she was about 5 years behind me – I think she was in Grade 1 when I was in Grade 6 – and as if anyone pays attention to the Grade 1 s)
    I lived in the same suburb, we went to the same schools.

    I know her sister Patricia vaguely (and last time I saw her she remembered my name – we were both Aerobics teachers at the Uni, and in her highschool days -she went out with my brother’s friend)

    My husband (and his brother) had her Dad as a Uni lecturer

    One of my best friends knows her sister (they’re both nurses)

    Should I go to Denmark Shauny? Could I be a minor celebrity? (Would they pay me to discuss the above?) Actually, l’m a bit over it. The media went into overdrive here. Each day for about a fortnight I’d have to remove the front two pages of the paper.

  3. I think I sort of get it…The Prince of Denmark married an Australian and now she is “Australia’s Crown Princess Mary”…Is that right?

    I would not envy someone who cannot go outside without being mobbed. For example, she can’t get fat without making the headlines. That would suck.

    Have a great holiday!

  4. I have to comment now, pussycat is going Scandinavian! As a Norwegian living in Copenhagen I feel obliged. Hope you’re enjoying it!

  5. I saw that particular moment in time on tv here in Australia Shauny. I can’t believe you were there. Sounds like ‘our’ Mary might become the new Princess Di.

    Run Mary run!

Comments are closed.