So in the way strange opportunities that come together I’ve just spent 3 weeks (and a bit), sailing on the Rainbow Warrior on a wee trip around Scandinavia on the way to the climate summit at Copenhagen.
I’ve blogged elsewhere as to the highs and lows of the trip, from the peace price in Oslo, to the arrival in Copenhagen, to the final days, but somewhere in the mix the idea for a quest for Scandinavian mead evolved. Honest this wasn’t the only plan.
The bars in Oslo broke new boundaries, and I’ll never complain about the price of beer again. At £8.50 for a 33cl bottle of cider, I’m not surprised the natives went Viking. The cheapest beer I found at £4.50 in an Oslo metal bar, provided a pleasant end to the visit. Scouring the supermarkets and questioning the natives turned up nothing in the Mead. Maybe in the countryside or in medieval theme parks, there may be mead, but not in Oslo.
Copenhagen in comparison proved pleasantly cheap, or just bloody expensive and after a weeks searching of a great many more bars, tourist shops, deli’s and every plausible outlet I still turned up nothing in the way of Mead. I thought the Vikings were famous for the drink of the gods. Things must have badly declined in the last 1000 years.
So nothing this time, but I’m sworn to return, to see Copenhagen on a different day ( the bars were really nice, the police were bastards) and somewhere out in the countryside I’m certain the gods await.
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