With no plans of where to stay in Copenhagen the night before, I take Lonely Planet’s advice and check into Hotel Fox, which labels itself the “World’s first Art Hotel.” The hotel has 28 rooms, and each one has been decorated by a different designer or artist from all over the world. The result is Funky with a capital Unky. I don’t know if www.hotelfox.dk has any photos, but it’s well worth checking. Granted, my room is probably one of the least visually stunning in the place- the theme is “spares” and it has car parts drawn in what appears to be magic marker all over the walls, drapes, carpets, and bedding. Furniture design is clearly the forte of my group of decorators, and the bed, desk, dresser, table, and bench are all one piece of unique geometric design. Very cool. Being Friday I decide to get a taste of Copenhagen nightlife, and wander around to a few bars and clubs. Space is not nearly at as much of a premium as in New York, so even the “small” lounges have soaring ceilings, many with gigantic chandeliers over the bars. The next morning, as with every morning so far, I am awoken by the “check out was half an hour ago” phone call. How can you make check out at noon in a city where the bars are open ‘til 6am? It’s just not right. I realize that I still have the keys to the Porsche, so after lunch I meet up with Lars and Ulrikka, the handsome Viking couple who work for the club and had arranged my itinerary. The afternoon is spent checking out the shops off Copenhagens side streets, and climbing a soaring bell tower for a birds eye view of the city. After one more stop in Christiania, I’m getting the urge to return to Sweden. Back to Malmo it is! The train is clearly the way to go, only half an hour, and a third of the price of the 40dollar toll to cross the bridge. When I arrive in Malmo, the city festival is in full swing. I read that 1.5million people will pass through the festival over its seven days, and judging by these crowds, I absolutely believe it. I am hoping to be able to get a room at the hotel I had been in a few nights before, but as it is located right on Malmo’s main drag, it is unsurprisingly full. I had seen a few places on the way from the train station so I head back to see what I can find. The first place I see it the Mayfair Hotel, located in a building whose foundation is some seven hundred years old. I stick my head in the lobby, and this place is plush. I imagine it will be well out of my price range, so I’m shocked to find that they have one room left- a deluxe double- and for a very reasonable rate. Loving Malmo more and more, I settle into what is easily my nicest room so far, with oriental rugs, antique furniture, a plasma tv, and a crystal chandelier over the bed. Life is good.
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