Here I am in Denmark. There's no internet access in the hotel (to be honest, by the look of it, I'm lucky to have my own toilet) so keeping the blog up to date has been impossible.
We arrived in Copenhagan and were brought by coach to Holbaek, where we are staying, before being taken to Ringsted (where we are playing). We've spent the first three days or so on the bus, being ferried from pillar to post. Everything here seems to be exactly 45 minutes away - it's as if the town planners went round with a watch rather than a map.
The shows are going well (standing ovations thus far) so my worries about bringing a Danish story to Denmark were unfounded. The people are all lovely and friendly, although there's not much to see and do in this part of the world. It's not much of a holiday destination.
We went to the reception with the crown princess Mary. We were guided up a red carpet (one of two that we paraded up on our first night here) which was very exciting as the photographers were snapping away, aware that we were important, but not really knowing who we were.
It was a bit like Oscar night - inside the theatre the audience were treated to extracts from the best of the festival shows, but ours, being set on water, was represented by a film clip on a large screen. I felt like cameras were on us as we politely clapped our own work. Bizarre.
Any way, one more day here then we're off on a four hour coach drive to the next stop, Randers. Four hours - the town planners' watches must have stopped when deciding where to put Randers, though I suspect it's 45 minutes from somewhere.
Maybe the next hotel will have internet access and I can upload some pics and keep the blog more up to date.
Thankfully, the food here is good. And we've become very attached to a supermarket chain called Kvicky. Well, you'll agree there's nothing like a Kvicky.
