S-Toggin' Around

All right, I'm back in business. I've been keeping up with class readings lately, bought some food, and even found the time to go for a run today! Not to mention that I've made a respectable dent in an Ayn Rand novel fat enough to kill a guinea pig if I dropped it in the wrong place.

Yesterday was another free S-Tog (regional train around Copenhagen suburbs) Sunday. I took a 45-minute ride while reading from my Sociolinguistics textbook. I saw on a map there was one stop a ways south called Jersie that was particularly close to the Baltic Sea. It was a typically tragic-looking day that was painted in grey-scale, but I wanted to see a beach, regardless of how ugly it was going to be once I found it.

I got off at the train station in Jersie feeling aimless, the way I usually do when I go on train rides alone and with no purpose in mind. The map showed the coast as being west, so I took a left out of the station and walked until I hit water. I saw a cool poster for an upcoming Grinderman concert on one of the concrete beams of an underpass. The members of the band were dressed in Gladiator armor and I could hear God's voice telling me I needed to rip it of. I tried to gingerly detach one of the most promising posters from a corner, but succeeded only in tearing violent line through the header.

The beach only took a brief stroll to reach. There was a nature trail that lead to it. Once the trail opened it was like I was in Savannah, Georgia as I faced the reed-covered sand dunes and the cute little boardwalk that carried me over a nice little bog. Except it looked like this:

The Vikings Called this Sunny

I took to wandering around the place, feeling the sand, testing the salt content of the water (it's salt water), and digging a hole I was too lazy to cover with leaves and create a clever trap. It was a nice long beach without much litter. I should come back when it's sunny.