So I flew to Copenhagen last night, as one does.

I am here for a roller derby bout with my B-team taking on the Malmo Crime City Rollers A/B team. Taking advantage of the trip, some of us decided to head out a couple of days early and sight-see. Unfortunately when we woke up this morning and saw the pouring rain our enthusiam was dampened slightly, but ever adventurous, on we headed. We come from England, we can do rain!

We were staying at a local hostel so we breakfasted on coffee, rolls, ham and cheese and sneaked extras for our lunch (which of course we managed to not take out with us-oops)

Then out we headed into the bad weather and I have to say Copenhagen is such a beautiful city. We were staying very centrally and only a few minutes walk away were some lovely canals where we could admire the buildings and the boats. We decided to take an hour-long boat trip to see the sights and work out what else we wanted to look at. The boat had a roof, but if you wanted to see out you had to open the windows and pretty soon, despite wearing the attractive complimentary cagoules we were soaked.

The trip was fun and we got to see a lot of beautiful Danish architecture and boats. I often long to live on a boat and have done since I did a project on canal boats when I was about 8. But I think it would now have to be a pretty big boat the amount of beads I've managed to accumulate over the years!

On the ride we got to see The Little Mermaid (we were going to go back for a closer look but the rain and the prospect of slipping on the rocks stopped us), the incredible tower of Christiansborg Palace and all sorts of modern and old architecture and Copenhagen life going on around us.

After the trip we were getting very cold and tired to add to the damp and so decided to visit Christiana (or here for perhaps a more realistic view) which we had seen in a brochure and which promised art, hippies and eco-food.

Tempted by the thought of brown rice, and perhaps hot chickpea stew, we walked through the rain, past the Church of Our Saviour (the rain and cold meant we thought we'd save the 400 steps, 150 of them outside, for another, sunnier day) and what is now believed to be the worlds best restaurant, Noma. Unfortunately the restaurant with its set menu costing around £150 was just out of our budget so on we walked. But I was pleased to see what I guessed was their test kitchen on a boat and had a quick snoop through the windows. You can read more about the test kitchen here.

A bit more walking and visiting of an art gallery later and we were there.

Maybe we went in the wrong entrance, and the fact we were cold, wet, very hungry and tired may have influenced our thoughts, but Christiana was not all we thought it would be. Our first glimpse was great and we discovered a lovely art gallery hidden away up some graffiti covered stairs but as we went further in the people began looking less friendly, the dogs got bigger, the smell of marijuana stronger and the blatant selling of drugs more obvious. I guess with the main road called 'Pusher Street' this is to be expected.

There were many signs saying no photos and I guess you had to see it to believe it but it was a weird place to walk around.

With no tasty food to be found, and more and more sightings of what appeared to be opium dens and gangs sitting around, we decided to leave and find somewhere else to go. Perhaps on a drier day and with more thinking about where we were walking we would enjoy it more.

Once we'd left we were exhausted, hungry and felt like we'd never dry out. It was now 5.30 and we hadn't eaten or drunk for around 7 hours but soon we found a small kebab shop where we ate our fill before walking back to our hostel in the pouring rain. On the way we took more photos, looked at more towers (Copenhagen seems to have an abundance of them, all beautiful) nosed in shops and petted dogs.

Back home we decided to go for a quick warm coffee in the hostel bar before having showers, changing into dry clothes and going in search of dinner.

But, before we knew it, 7 hours had past and we were still in the bar meeting scouts (who were there for their jamboree), chatting with other visitors from around the world and educating people in the rules of roller derby before heading to bed at 2am to eat those now warm rolls left from breakfast.