Lunch at the anarchist commune!

What a huge day, hence no blogging last night. It was a 4am rise for a 445am taxi to the airport. The only time we catch taxis when we travel is when there's absolutely no public transport options. Pre booking a taxi is something we do even less frequently; read almost never. Anyway on Monday we pre booked a taxi thinking that hailing one on the road near the old town of Sarajevo might be tricky at 5am on a Tuesday morning. It was about 5c and we waited patiently in the cold for our ride and needless to say it didn't turn up. The time was ticking away with a 630am flight. We decided to give up on the booked ride and tried our luck on hailing a ride. Funnily enough we came across a driver sleeping in his taxi. A knock on the window he was out of his slumber and we were on our way. We had no Bosnian Marks so we had to give him Euros. He gave us the difference in Bosnian Marks and let's say he copped a nice tip for his troubles. It turns out that the driver who was meant to pick us up confused his days and I am told a full refund is coming our way. Lesson learned, it's often easier to hail a taxi than to rely on a booked driver!
Sarajevo airport is very small and it's impossible to imagine that this was the hub for what happened in this city in the 1990s. It now looks like any city airport. The only reminder is, if you've been to the tunnel museum, you'll catch a glimpse of it as you get airborne.
We left Sarajevo in a prop plane and then a quick flight change in Zagreb and it was onto Copenhagen. It's worth noting that one of the most design friendly cities in the world has a set of left luggage lockers that look and operate like something from the USSR in about 1955. Ok so they do take credit cards, but that are located in a horrible alcove near a carpark and the cost of hiring one for a few hours would probably have kept the Soviet economy afloat in 1955. You also need to be careful about locking the wrong door or you'll find yourself even more out of pocket. Buyer beware.
We grabbed the metro into downtown Copenhagen and jumped off at Christianshavn with a plan for lunch at Christiania Freetown, an anarchist commune that was set up by a bunch of hippies in about 1971, on the site of an old military barracks. For better or for worse, it's now become one of Denmark's top tourist attractions. It's also had its share of troubles with drugs being sold by organised crime figures on the infamous Pusher Street. When we visited last year, there were a number of seedy looking funks wearing balaclavas while selling dope in the centre of town. There's now a sign saying that Pusher Street is basically under renovation. There's been serious problems with the infiltration of hard drugs in recent years. If you do some Google searching you can read more than you need to know. For all of its problems with drugs Christiania Freetown has lots to recommend it. Again, do your own research to find out more about what goes on here. In short, it's a collective of like minded residents, with markets, organic restaurants and a school/community centre for children.

We grabbed a fresh ginger shot and slice of apple from the gelato stall. Yep they've even infiltrated Christiania, albeit this one is a little different than most. It sells organic juices and other nice things and the girls who work there are very much Christiania Freetown types. After the ginger shot to wake us up from a morning of travel, we headed to Morgenstedet, an awesome vegetarian restaurant which has operated in Christiania for over 20 years. It's a collective operation that offers home made organic vegetarian food. It's very reasonably priced, by Copenhagen standards, and the vibe is uber cool. It's a kind of self serve operation, they accept only cash, although Danish Mobile Pay, is offered, but that's probably only for the locals. You have to clear your own table at the end of the meal and don't expect to walk in and have a waiter dealing with your every need. If you're after the full service deal, you better look elsewhere!
So after lunch it was time to head back to the airport for our flight to the Faroe Islands. We left Copenhagen at 630pm and landed in the Faroes at 750pm; we picked up an hour on the way. Just before we landed the pilot said ' we've got lovely weather on our beautiful islands; it's sunny and 5c'
We picked our car up from the airport and made our way to our accommodation. Arriving just before nightfall we had a view straight across what can best be described as somewhere between the North Sea and the Norwegian Sea. I'll get exact details later!