Les Hannah, day 7, part final

A bit later in the afternoon they took me to a local small grocery store where I was able to use the Euros I still had from the Paris episode to purchase a few things to get me started at the house where I would be living.

They then took me to the house, but on the way they took me by the school just to show me where it was and what it looked like. The house was about six-and-a-half kilometers from the school and a bit isolated. It is the last house on a dead end road, and a bit rural. It appears also that it was only a few hundred yards, damn it – meters, from the beach. It was a small summer house that is usually rented out to visitors and tourists for weekends and holidays. I will be living here for the next two months, so I guess some of the usual vacationers to this spot are out of luck for a while. I settled in as I could in the two hours I had before someone was to come get me for a dinner with the deputy director and director. So I set about getting things situated.

It took every minute of the two hours to get my bags unpacked and things put away to the point of me being comfortable with them. Right on time the deputy director arrived at the house to take me to dinner. The conversation on the way to the city centre and the restaurant was of the inquisitive nature: how are you, what do you think so far, are you nervous.

We went to a restaurant and disco (I am not kidding – disco) in the city centre. And lucky us, there was an event going on called pub crawling. In America we call it bar hopping, but our hopping is nothing at all like this crawling. This is an organized event, hosted by the local university to welcome new students and sponsored by the local pubs, restaurants, and discos. Disco is still very big here. Anyway, organized groups of students, looked like about twenty per group, followed a leader whom I was told is an upper division student, probably a senior to use our system’s terminology. The leader was carrying a sign with a number on it; all students in that group followed their leader from one spot to the next. The groups spent about a half hour at each place before moving on to the next and after a certain time they are free to go back to the one of their choice. It just so happened that where we were for dinner appeared to be one of the most popular places – and one of the loudest.

In spite of the loudest disco in the city, we were able to achieve some conversation. The accompanying meal was also very good. I had a pan fried fish of some sort; I cannot remember nor even pronounce the name.

Following the meal and incidental disco Maj took me back to my house. She would also pick me up Monday morning and get me to the school on what would be my first day on the Danish job.