Hamlet’s Castle

One thing that must be appreciated about Denmark is how quickly one can reach the other side.  The first weekend outing to Roskilde and the second weekend outing to Hamlet’s castle were both reached within an hour by train.  This is mainly due to Denmark’s small size, but I like to think it’s more about a very long history of effective transportation: from Viking ships to high-speed rail.  We left for Hamlet’s castle late Sunday morning, arriving in time to eat brunch on the adorable stone streets of the adjacent town.  Certain members of our touring astronomy team ate fish on toast with beer and schnapps for brunch.  They will go unnamed.  I ate a chicken (faux) panini.

Danes are very patriotic. Or maybe they just realize that their flags are attractive and conducive to traditional Scandinavian exterior design.

After brunch and scouting out all the ice cream shops, we headed out to the castle, a mere 15 minute walk away on the edge of the ocean.  The castle was actually constructed in part to keep pirates out of the bay, since the route was popular for trading ships.

Model of the castle with two moats. That's right, two moats. Sounds pretty effective against pirates.

Since we were not pirates, they let us in.  The more interesting part of the castle was actually in the basement, where military troops used to live; the rooms were kept very dark to let their natural creepiness come through.  One particularly dark room that was in a lower level of the basement (only reached by narrow dark stairs) had a mannequin of a soldier that, I believe, was supposed to look like he was keeping watch.  Unfortunately the mannequin was held up by a rope to the ceiling, so it looked more like the soldier had tried to hang himself.  It all added to the creepiness, so I didn’t mind.

The castle and inner moat. Past the ice cream stand and towards the ocean (I have very practical direction pointers).

The upstairs of the castle was slightly less depressing, especially if you ignore the fact that the castle often went unused back in the day.  The museum displays tried to emphasize this fact by showing little dollhouse-like recreations of what the castle looked like inside when the king was and wasn’t visiting.  Apparently the castle was so empty normally that the king had to bring his own pots and pans.

In the courtyard. I wish everyone had to dress up when visiting the castle. Imagine the pictures then!

Inside the castle. There was one painting on the ceiling that involved a Greek god eating his baby. Somehow I always imagined Greek gods eating their babies whole, but oh no, this baby was ripped apart by the God's teeth while it was still alive.

The great hall where dancing, eating, and general hardcore partying went on.

The outside of the castle was just breathtaking, a combination of old stone, green beach grass, and blue ocean bay.  We sat on the edge of the beach and dangled our feet in the chilly water.  The water was warmer than in Santa Barbara, but I guess that isn’t saying too much.  I foraged for tiny seashells and watched a couple of young boys try to ride their bikes into the water until a group of slightly older boys told them off (for what, I don’t know).  The sky was blue, the grass was green, it was time for a lie-down, but instead we ate ice cream.

View from the castle wall, or one of them at least. I had to resist the urge to roll down the grassy hill, which was good, since it is actually a high stone wall on the other side.

The crystal clear ocean water, seaweed, and rocks.

That's Sweden on the other side. And boys riding their bikes into the ocean.

And last, but not least, some wild flowers growing in the rocks by the ocean.

3 thoughts on “Hamlet’s Castle

  1. I just learned about your blog from Meredith! How wonderful that you make time to share all of this interesting stuff, and gorgeous pictures. I was in Denmark, but I was only 7, so only remember bits about Copenhagen.

    • Thanks for stopping by, Nancy! Copenhagen was a lot of fun. We’re in Florence now and will hopefully post some pictures of the city soon.

  2. Pingback: A Weekend in Sweden | Black Holes for Breakfast

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