My co-workers (Heidi, John and Pantelis) arrived in Copenhagen on the best of their flights so far, got the biggest rental car they could find and drove to the Park Inn to pick me up. I was waiting in the lobby, of course, and was ready with my two bags and two bottles of water. Off we went, through Copenhagen to Fredensborg.
Reflecting on my stay at the Park Inn, one thing that comes to mind is how kind and helpful all of the staff were. I didn't encounter a single person who wasn't willing to provide any help that I needed, from figuring out how the lights were turned on (see my previous post) to patiently answering that, yes, you could pay for two bottles of water with a credit card (I haven't exchanged any dollars for Danish Kroner).
We arrived at the plant in good shape, after negotiating several areas of construction along the highway, with its already-narrow lanes. Perhaps the guy who runs Denmark's road system is from Chicago (where we have two road seasons: winter and construction). Hollister Dansac is located in a small industrial area off the main road. The street you take to the plant is somewhat hidden; we missed it on the first pass. and, yes, it's narrow, as well. Considering the much longer history of Denmark (after all, where I live still isn't fully built-up) I guess these roads hosted a lot of horse traffic in the not-so-recent past.
Dinner was at a Restaurant da Oscar, a nice Italian restaurant in town. I had a half-liter Carlsberg beer, tomato soup and a beef dish seasoned with peppercorns, oven-broiled potatoes, cauliflower, some kind of vegetable pate' that I can't begin to identify (though it was good), sorbetti and coffee. I'm not going hungry, that's for sure. Water has to be asked for, though it was brought out by the pitcher when we did. I caught some good-natured ribbing from the waiter when I wasn't sure of what to order (there were eight of us) and he had to pass me by, both for the appetizer and the main course. (I was sharing a menu with John, and hadn't really made a selection when we started to order.) The waiter said something like "we often have to wait on the women", to which I replied, "I don't know about that, I'm from Chicago", so I was called "Chicago" from that point forward.
Our room reservations were at the hotel Marienlyst, which is much nicer than the Park Inn. For some reason - probably because I was a late addition to the trip - I got a two-room suite. Not bad - two flat panel TV's, a mini-bar (which I never touch), a separate mini-fridge, a nice desk and such. The bed was layed out in what I now know to be typical European style, with a bedspread and two separate comforters (we might call them feather beds). The pillows are square and not at all dense.
This hotel has a casino, for which we were given a couple of chps. Will have to try to spend them tomorrow. There's also an indoor water park - though I'm not sure if it's a full park or a dressed-up swimming pool. Another thing to visit.
It's the end of a pretty long day, so I guess that'll be it for now.
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