Jutland

Our first night in Denmark was the scariest night of our trip. We were to stay at a place called the Institut For Kunstterapi. We were told by email that no one would be at reception but that a key would be left in our door and that we should leave the payment in the post box. We arrived late in the afternoon to find the place completely empty.

It seemed to us to be an abandoned old age home with its long dark corridors and large disabled bathrooms. Only when Josh walked into the office did we think something was a bit crazy. The bookshelf contained works such as "Schizoid Phenomena, Object-Relations and the Self", "The Inner Wold of Mental Illness" and "Dynamisk Psykiatri". We were spending the night alone in a psychiatric institution.

Since that night, Josh has had trouble differentiating between reality and fantasy. But things are much worse for Yaz since she doesn't even exist.

Moving from mental illness to mental regression, we spent the following day frollicking around Legoland!!!

We continued our trip up and down Jutland (the bit of Denmark that juts out of Germany) with a visit to its largest city Aarhus.

Den Gamle By, a collection of 75 historic buildings from around Denmark.

With real olden days people...

and real newen days people

Salmon served with Scandinavian Stuff

South of Aarhus is a replanted forest demonstrating Denmark's prehistoric flora.

And a museum which is home to the Grauballe Man who was buried in a bog almost two thousand years ago.

We then journeyed to Denmark's northernmost point, where the mighty waves of the Skagerrak crash against the powerful current of the Kattegat.

On our way back down the peninsula we stopped off in the picturesque Danish lake district.

P.S. We found out later that kunst means art.