As I passed the glass and steel heading for Nokken, the end of the world appeared. Or the beginning, depending on how you look at it. A wilderness that I didn't even know existed in Copenhagen, so peaceful. I still don't know if people live there or just use it for the weekends, and it wouldn't have been that hard to ask someone, but I realized that I really don't want to know. I like the mystery.
The waterside, with old boats and campers:
A ten minute bike ride from Town Hall Square.. hard to grasp.
Going in, it is more like a forest, with everything from simple sheds to real houses:
As I ventured down a pebble road, a young boy at maybe ten came towards me on his bike, and as we passed each other, he took his cap off in a sweeping gesture to greet me. It was murder by extraordinary kindness, I still can't get over it.