Tour of the Hood
Friday night Kendrick and I hung out with Sandy from Vancouver and her friend Paul from Singapore. We had a nice time at a nearby Spanish restaurant, with tapas and paella to stuff our tummies and drain our wallets. After a visit to a cafe for drinks, we parted ways early because Sandy was jetlagged. Kendrick and I crashed pretty early too, with the windows wide open for some cool night air to circulate into our room.
At 3:30 am I was woken up by the sound of somebody talking loudly. It stopped almost as soon as it started, but then I heard it again. In my half-awaken state, I imagined rowdy teenagers had somehow snuck into our courtyard. So I dragged myself out of bed to go shoo them away. I love yelling at badly behaved kids. Of course when I got down there there weren't any. Cafe Ketchup's kitchen was closing, but that couldn't have been the source of the sound.
That's when I realized that the sound of the voices were coming from outside the gate. From people walking past every once in a while. But where were they coming from? It was a nice night, I was fully awake by now, and I happen to love walks in the middle of the night. Also why pass up a great chance to get to know the neighbourhood?
With that, I opened the gate and went around the corner. There is a street just one block north of us that was rollicking. Lots and lots of drunk people hanging around a strip of bars that were still going strong. The pizza place was hopping, and the seven eleven was too. It just so happens that I parked my car on that street, and it was disconcerting to see people leaning on my car, chatting. This possibly explains why, when I parked my car there Thursday night, I discovered on Friday morning evidence that someone had dropped a couple of potted plants on the roof of my car. I still have dirt on the roof because of that!
After chatting with a guy from Sweden and a local, I decided it was time to stop posing as a university student at DTU and to go home. I don't have any real complaints about the noise. There were very few people walking past our place and all our windows were open. Also, I am generally a light sleeper. Kendrick slept through the whole thing. He said he did wake up to find me gone, but he convinced himself that I had gone for a jog and went back to sleep.
By this time I couldn't go back to sleep. It was light out and I was feeling pretty good. I did some work on my laptop and then went back to bed at 7am.
The bad part is that the parking for my car was only paid up until 8:30am. When I went out to put more money in at 10:30am, I discovered a ticket on my windshield, nicely covered up in a plastic sleeve to protect it from the rain. The fine was 500DKK, or about 100CAD. The plastic sleeve was a nice touch.
At 3:30 am I was woken up by the sound of somebody talking loudly. It stopped almost as soon as it started, but then I heard it again. In my half-awaken state, I imagined rowdy teenagers had somehow snuck into our courtyard. So I dragged myself out of bed to go shoo them away. I love yelling at badly behaved kids. Of course when I got down there there weren't any. Cafe Ketchup's kitchen was closing, but that couldn't have been the source of the sound.
That's when I realized that the sound of the voices were coming from outside the gate. From people walking past every once in a while. But where were they coming from? It was a nice night, I was fully awake by now, and I happen to love walks in the middle of the night. Also why pass up a great chance to get to know the neighbourhood?
With that, I opened the gate and went around the corner. There is a street just one block north of us that was rollicking. Lots and lots of drunk people hanging around a strip of bars that were still going strong. The pizza place was hopping, and the seven eleven was too. It just so happens that I parked my car on that street, and it was disconcerting to see people leaning on my car, chatting. This possibly explains why, when I parked my car there Thursday night, I discovered on Friday morning evidence that someone had dropped a couple of potted plants on the roof of my car. I still have dirt on the roof because of that!
After chatting with a guy from Sweden and a local, I decided it was time to stop posing as a university student at DTU and to go home. I don't have any real complaints about the noise. There were very few people walking past our place and all our windows were open. Also, I am generally a light sleeper. Kendrick slept through the whole thing. He said he did wake up to find me gone, but he convinced himself that I had gone for a jog and went back to sleep.
By this time I couldn't go back to sleep. It was light out and I was feeling pretty good. I did some work on my laptop and then went back to bed at 7am.
The bad part is that the parking for my car was only paid up until 8:30am. When I went out to put more money in at 10:30am, I discovered a ticket on my windshield, nicely covered up in a plastic sleeve to protect it from the rain. The fine was 500DKK, or about 100CAD. The plastic sleeve was a nice touch.
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