Posted in Denmark, Travel

Beer Tasting in Aalborg, Denmark

The other night after work, I attended “Beer Tasting” sponsored by our employee club at work.

It started out innocent enough, with one beer, a small plastic cup and a lot of anticipation from the 15 or so participants.

The first beer was a Pilsner, which tasted all right, but our expectations wouldn’t just accept a normal tasting beer like that. We might as well have been drinking Tuborg or Carlsberg, which are known over the whole world.

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Beer number 2, Belgian Tripel was a far cry from the first Pilsner. Things were looking up, and the chips and nuts began to fly as well.

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I apologize for not setting things in the correct order, but there was talking, and laughing, and my boss to my right who felt that I wasn’t enjoying myself enough with those small cups of beer, so he helped me attain another state of reality.

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Beer number 3, named Drunken Sailor began to resemble a simple evening get-together after work with some friends, turned Christmas Party with cares and worries forgotten, as well as why we had been there in the first place?

The beers became darker, as shown with the above two: Dark Ale and Anker Porter. I imagined working on a Danish Oil Platform somewhere in the North Sea, drinking, or perhaps pumping up the last two beers, which resembled motor oil, and tasted nothing like the first 3, more proper types.

Our host told of their stories, and the musical entertainment was throbbing silently in the background, when my head told me that tomorrow would be less fun than today. Unfortunately, my memory wasn’t listening at the time, which made me continue to enjoy myself, while the beer flowed.

When the party/tasting was over, some of the rest of my best buddies wandered/weaved over to the local Pub in order to continue the high as long as possible, while I chose to go home and consider sleep instead.

I’d like to tell you that the next day dawned as brightly as the previous one, but my head told me to keep my eyes closed, drink a lot of water, and not think too much about the night before.

Beer Tasting, Danish Style

PS Someone asked me the next day if my hair hurt? Yes, it did, but I probably had worn a hat of the incorrect size the night before…

Posted in Canada, Denmark, Poetry, Prose

How Hot Was It?

Everyone is complaining
complaining about hot
what is hot?
what is not?

Hot means ice cream
Hot means topless beaches (Denmark, you know)
Hot might mean Mini-skirts?

If there are no mini-skirts
I’ll have to let my imagination
do the walking
do the talking

I can imagine quite a bit
I can imagine what others promise
but don’t deliver

I was promised mini-skirts
I got ice cream
I got soda pop
I got cool breeze

My imagination got
what I did not,

Wish
I had been that
lucky….

Posted in Denmark, Poetry, Prose

The Father of All Storms

My roof still is being pesky
leaking and the like,
the people around me, have asked
have I solved the trouble,
have I fixed the leak?
the Father of all storms
visited me the other day
I’ll be waiting for the Mother to do the same
but if they act like my own parents
then there won’t be a dry eye in the house
with my Mother yelling, and my Father drinking
and I am wondering, why I wanted to remember
about my Mother Father roof and its questionable
being tight-lipped ways, while I am on the inside
looking out, on my new room, being outside
with the Mother Father Storm, wanting in……

Posted in Denmark, Life, Travel

An Evening in Aalborg Denmark

In the City of Aalborg, Denmark where I reside, a yearly event occurred last night. It is called Regatta, which according to English Oxford Dictionaries means:

A sporting event consisting of a series of boat or yacht races.

Usually it is just some ships docked at the harbor with a number of stages set up offering music and ambience to the residents of Aalborg.

This year was no exception.

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There was music, speed boat races, events and playground for Children, and the event I experienced: Semi-finale in Firework Competition (in Denmark) between 3 competitors.

I ended up experiencing the firework show on my favorite wooden ship from 1899, Jens Krogh, and in the middle of the Limfjord Canal, a bit closer to the Firework Show than the rest of the audience present.

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Jens Krogh.

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Danish ship called LOA.

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Russian Ship named Mir (peace) on left, Utzon Hus in middle, where the music took place.

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Sunset in Aalborg 2245 (10:45pm)

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One of the tops of Utzon House.

I apologize for not posting more about Aalborg, but I’ve been busy emptying my head of my random thoughts. There was a time when I was less fond of Denmark, mainly because it wasn’t California, but sink or swim, I decided to accept it as my home at long last.

Posted in Denmark, Poetry, Prose

Shark Patrol

The sharks were out tonight
patrolling the quiet streets
of Northern Denmark

Everyone, honest or not
kept themselves occupied inside
watching mindless TV
and drinking cups of
Danish Tea

I wanted to go out
and swim with them
-just a short while
crossing fins with them
for Auld Lang Syne,

My wife though,
thought otherwise,
and kept my thoughts occupied
with tails of small dogs
and woes of being a widow

Along the lonely shores
of the last place,

I swam at…..

Posted in Denmark, Poetry, Prose

Smashing Gnomes

Gnomes anyone?
They seem to be everywhere
especially in Germany,
while I am in Denmark,
smashing, into little tiny pieces
my unpleasant side, showing
the nasty in me
wanting out
venting anger
at garden gnomes
the problem being, though
their absence,
Tricky little devils
appearing without notice
just not when I am around
With my hammer,
hanging in my belt,
resembling those
that I wish to harm
a parody of myself
not wanting a response
from others wanting
to smash me….

Posted in Denmark, Life, Poetry, Prose

One Day, Completed

One day,
another day
a long line,
a necklace
of pearl days, stretching
between my fingers,
the sun riding along
the string,
swirling
around my finger
never stopping
my life’s ellipse
fingering the seasons
stopping on this day
a Danish spring day
chasing the sun
chasing me
The years fly by
over my head
the sun shines
again

swirling around my finger…

Posted in Cooking, Denmark, Poetry, Prose

Lately, Attraction

The wiles and ways
of women close to me
not suffering the whims
of unrequited love,
nor drowning in unsavory thoughts
of lust, or boiling passions,
being steered, only
by the presence of such trifles
in making such a simple thing
as brownies, using ample amounts
of sugar, and butter
baked to perfection
with love being, just a bite
away….