Monday, June 23, 2014

Vordingborg again, the more proper tour

We finally ate the yogurt and granola that I bought in Hals, then loaded into the Beemer and drove into Vordingborg (about 15 minutes from the summer house). We had a mission to find Sofia a Danish SIM card for her phone since she is on Verizon, which does not work here. She gets the best coverage in the States compared to our T-Mobile, but here in Europe, the rest of us are the ones with coverage. Whuhaha!

Trine had suggested buying a SIM card from a gas station, so we stopped at the Statoil she recommended and checked out the options. None of the cards gave any indication that they included free texting, and the attendants recommended checking out the cell phone store in town. We were heading to that area anyway, so we did not buy a card yet.


The shopping district in Vordingborg was one of those beautiful walking districts that you see so often in films or books of Europe.



The phone store didn't have anything for someone without a Danish address, and they recommended a supermarket called Kvickly (say the word quickly with an accent). We browsed some of the other shops in the area, and finished up at the Goosetower, which is the last remaining part of Denmark's oldest castle.




We found the Kvickly and located the proper fuses, but upon examination, they had red ends. My theory that the ends turned red when the fuse blew was wrong, so I did not purchase new fuses. Alex had decided to buy a flag from each country we visit, and he found a nice little Danish flag here. He also couldn't help buying some packs of ramen, which had flavors we don't have in the States: duck and curry for example. We asked about the SIM cards, but just like at Statoil, they didn't know if texting was free with them. The cards listed websites that explained the features of the cards, so we noted the websites. I think by now we were giving up on the SIM card idea, and Sofia would just be limited to WiFi when available (or using one of our phones).

We needed some dinner items, but we suspected that Kvickly was more expensive, and there was a Netto next door. So that's where we got dinner groceries. I also got some coconut cookies, and some chocolate digestives (which, though they sound medicinal, are basically tea cookies).

Dinner was pasta. We didn't really have seasoning to jazz up the tomato sauce, but Trine had left some mozzarella cheese from the burrito bar, and cheese makes everything better.

Sofia and Alex cut up the veggies for dinner.


After dinner, Alex talked us into taking the kayaks down to the water. It wasn't as breezy as the day before, and moderately warm, so we carried them down together, like a train. The water in the little inlet is already shallow, and the tide was out, so Alex and Bella, when not in a kayak themselves, could run along beside the kayaks.





It was kind of laughable to wear life jackets in such shallow water

Boy, it looks like y'all are out to sea!

Oh, never mind

Back at the summer house, Alex and I set out to get the TV working, to watch the World Cup. After thirty minutes of menu reading and remote fumbling and cable-switching, we got broadcast TV. But no World Cup. The closest thing was a TV Guide type channel which showed thumbnails of 5 or 6 channels, one of which was a World Cup game. But it was too small and had no sound.

Everyone but me headed out on a walk to find summer solstice bonfires. I investigated the TV channels. There were only about 8 channels that had content, and some of them were pretty quirky. For example, one channel just had varying shots of sleeping people, some real, some muppet-type characters. They all seemed to be outdoors, sleeping in tents or on the ground. It was surreal. A timer counting down 7 and a half hours or so made be surmise that perhaps this was some kind of all-night sleep aid for insomniacs. Another channel with off programming seemed to be a security camera show. It would just switch back and forth from various security cameras in a building. Sometimes you'd be watching an empty hallway for 5 minutes, then it would switch to, say, inside a bathroom. Then a different hall. And so on. One time you could hear someone vomiting in a bathroom stall. Bizarre.

Everyone got back, disappointed at not finding many bonfires, and I showed them a channel that had a local celebration with a big bonfire and singing. I shared the weird channels I had found, and we got stuck on a channel that was showing that old Meg Ryan-Kevin Kline movie French Kiss. It was in English with Danish subtitles, so before you knew it, we had all stayed up too late and watched the whole thing.


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