reminded of home

I saw something that reminded me of home today. Do you know what it was? YOu don't because your stupid so i'll tell you. It was a crazy looking man yelling out random things and walking down the middle of the road. Now this may be commonplace in australia, but in Denmark you never see shit like this unless your in Jomfru ane Gade (piss up street). All the Danes near me looked horrified and here I was just smiling to myself.

Even though I had decided to do absolutely nothing today I decided to go to the 'Montvask', which means laundromat. All the instructions were in Danish so I watched this guy who happened to be in the building, to see what he did. I'm pretty sure I creeped him out good. I was peering over his shoulder quite closely, he started to look a bit jumpy. Meh (expression of not caring for the olds that might be reading). After sitting there for awhile, this lady started asking me for help in Danish, I didn't know what the fuck she was saying, but I assumed she needed help, so I got hers working too.

Imagine that, me the stupid Australian helping out a local with the washing machine! Kinda Ironic.

40 minutes later and it was done, I couldn't be bothered with the dryer so I headed back to the hostel. FOr anyone interested it cost me 32DKK which is about eight Australian dollars, so expensive as usual for Denmark. I hope the place i'm moving into has a damn washing machine.

I'm pretty excited by tommorow as I finally get to move into a house/apartment/basement (hopefully). I'm a little bit worried about where I might be living because, as you may have read in previous posts, the office over here stuffed up and thought I was a girl so they placed me in all girl accommodation. When they found out I was a guy, they said they had somewhere else lined up but no doubt it is like the last preference sort of place.

Those crazy Danes.