Stupid tourists

Was walking by the train station the other day, when I heard the following comment:
'What are those four numbers for, daddy?'.
To set the scene, above the front of the train station, there are four red prominently displayed numbers, in some type of what-I-presume-to-be-electrically-powered display. During this incident, the numbers displayed were '1542'.
Father turns to his daughter and says 'I think it must be the year the train station was built'.
Yeah. The trainstation in Copenhagen was built in 1542, and they commemorated it by erecting a giant neon sign. It's the time, you idiot.

Also introduced myself to some American tourists (and a Dane) who were throwing the disc around in the park yesterday. Now have a bunch of leads on local spots to check out. Fantastic.

Never thought I'd find anesthesia interesting, but followed a doctor around this morning, who let me do some procedures on a patient. Maybe it was just the lack of other things going on. Apparently there's a doctor shortage here, but from what I've been able to gather, no one works particularly hard.

I think I've managed to cycle through the culture shock cycle in record time.

Biking around town is a fantastic way to see places you'd probably never walk to until you get a flat tire.

cheers,
-louis