After the World Championship race, I grabbed dinner and Vesuvio’s and then crashed for four hours. Waking up at 1 am, I thought I would walk through the downtown, checking out the nightlife in Copenhagen. And I found it. Bar after Bar, including my favorite name, the Drunken Flamingo.
Needing nourishment, I found a Shawarma house, with wonderful babaganoush and tabouleh. But, for me, the most fun is meeting new people and chatting with the staff, as they got a charge out of my American accent.
Here is my audio piece on jet lag.
