Friendship

In the mid-90s from last century, a famous song from the Portuguese Paulo Gonzo had a chorus that was more a less like this:" wake up with the sun in the window and magic in the air, how is so good".
I didn`t wake up with the sun in the window and the magic in the air was different from what the singer spoke in music. It was the magic of friendship.
Directly from Tuscany, I received photos from Drews scooter, with the blog sticker on it. How fancy! I smile, frank, open, impossible to contain. In small gestures we found great friends. Fantastic!
Now, telling you the story from the beginning: as you know, I met Drew and Chel in Egypt. It was a friendship that was born in the first second we met. Drew is American ... with all Portuguese ribs; the flag you saw me strive for African land was his.
After numerous adventures of the Three Musketeers - I Drew and David, Australian - on top of our small-pony, friendship lasted. We talk almost every day, about everything and nothing.
When I launched the Crowdfunding, Drew and Chel were the first to support the initiative and, hence, have received the stickers from the trip, a special heart for them and numerous maps, postcards and brochures of the places where he spent on the trip by Austro -hungarien Empire.
Now it is time to go to Italy to see them

. It is promised.

3.5.15 - Lund | Helsingborg | Helsingör | Copenhagen

Yesterday, after writing the text, having a nap and showered, went out to dinner. I went to a terrace but, over time, the cold was increasing, and so I decided to sit inside at the counter. On the wall, the poster of 1971 Barcelona 1000 Km, with the silhouette of a 917. The employee told me it was just great racing fan and had two Peugeot 205 to go to the track-days. It isn`t difficult to imagine that we are talking about almost all dinner.
Today, once again the sun decided to show up very early and energetic morning.
With an hour late - the hostel was full of technology and home automation but as always, there has to be a human hand and that hand was needed to open the garage door where was the bike - I left Lund and went towards Helsingborg . On the highway, the little more than 50 km, free riding.
When I stopped the bike, stopped two Harleys beside me. A Swedish and a Croatian emigrant from Zadar, both calling them selves John, but in their languages. We chat and I showed them this blog.
I went up to the castle tower and had the perception of the importance of sea control - Denmark is in sight, just 20 minutes by boat - from ancient times.
Before catching the ferry strolled the marina and saw immense small jellyfish in these waters.
I crossed the Baltic and found myself once again in the state of Denmark.
I follow the coast to Copenhagen. So beautiful!
Small beaches, many sailboats, villages with beautiful houses and fell into the landscape. The style of the houses, the location and the amount of Aston Martin, Porsche and Ferrari that crossed me, was easily noticed with a luxurious area, very fancy. But it was not pretentious or opulent.
I crossed myself with hundreds of motorcycles, Harleys and other Choopers, resembling the Vikings; and we are on their land.
In this part of the trip I opened the Nau visor and let in the smell of the sea. Uhmm so good!
I came to Copenhagen and went to the hostel right in the center, leaving the bike and change. Again I wandered around town, seeing what had not yet seen: the Mermaid statue, David by Michelangelo, Museum of Design, and a few more streets that seemed interesting.
The statue of the mermaid, on my eyes, look good framed with the boy of Brussels dick: it is so small that disenchanted the lowest expectations.
Between crepes and beer, just end the afternoon in Nyhavn sunbathing and listening to a street musician singing hits from 90`s.