This summer seems like a string of unfinished symphonies. Embodied by The Kissing Bridge (Inderhavnsbroen) between Nyhavn and Christianshavn.
Copenhagen is busy connecting the harbour for cyclists and pedestrians.
Some bridges stay on schedule, some are slightly delayed, while others
are downright cursed. This poor thing belong in the last category.
Here is a shot from the summer of 2013, one year in.
At this point the contractor, picked for the lowest bid, had fouled it up good. Endpoints were askew, construction unsafe, and everyone involved argued and refused to accept responsibility. The contractor filed for bankruptcy, leaving the troubled bridge for others to finish. Additional faults appeared, deadlines were pushed and expenses grew. The air between the two parts almost vibrating with longing. Would they ever meet?
And then, about five weeks ago, the internet started buzzing: “This is it! The last pieces will be lowered today and tonight. There will be lights, there will be action.” We all gathered at the harbour, on both sides. That is, I snug onboard a vacant boat, for the perfect view.
And then, about five weeks ago, the internet started buzzing: “This is it! The last pieces will be lowered today and tonight. There will be lights, there will be action.” We all gathered at the harbour, on both sides. That is, I snug onboard a vacant boat, for the perfect view.
Happy sailors in a Goboat rental. Ahoy, there.
The perfect view.
A few uneventful hours in, I realised this was going to be a long wait, better endured with a sweater and a chilled bottle of wine. I left and returned to reclaim my boat, a few hours later.
Custom House in white wine.
Custom House without it. Time flies when you are having wine.
Sunset came. Grainy zoom. Knippelsbro with a view of the red Circle Bridge in progress (more on that one later, one bridge at a time).
Ready.
More waiting. Darkness came. And then...
Crane action.
Slowly and with the utmost precision lowering the muscle for the tongue.
The bridge was getting hopeful, you could tell. The white wine could tell... But that was that. No kissing that night.
I rushed to the other side, to consult with the crew on the progress. They needed a couple of days to connect the wires, they said. Turns out, the wires were faulty...
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