Ha! I knew I wouldn't last long before writing another blog!

Well, I have to immortalise my trip to Denmark for Easter. I had such a wonderful time there (as always), and it was fabulous to catch up with my Danish friends Rasmus & Eva and their families, immediate and extended.

So I flew up from Munich on Thursday afternoon, after a mammoth present-buying spree in town at lunchtime. I was using up the very last of my SAS bonus points from when I was an international man of mystery for Powergen (the points expired this month), so I only paid the tax and fuel surcharge elements of the fare.

The stop in Copenhagen airport on the way was eerie: I had it in my memory from my last time there that it was a crazily busy place, full of hustle & bustle, with frequent bursts of mad Danish announcements over the tannoy (I can't help it, the Danish language makes my ears smile with amusement). But instead I was greeted by a hushed emptiness, all polished wooden floors and gleaming travelators. There was even a sign on the departures screen saying there would be no announcements over the tannoy! Weird!

As it turns out, though, I was just in the quiet terminal (terminal C for the airport nerds out there). Don't ask me why it's quiet, it just is. The adjacent terminal (which, as logic demands, is terminal B) was much more chaotic, with travellers, shops, bars, and all the usual airport scenery (trolleys, bureaux de change, adverts for duty free).

And terminal A, which was playing host to my connecting flight to Aarhus, was different again. All long corridors and faceless repetitions of architectural obscurity. Luckily I left myself plenty of time to get to the gate, because it took me over 20 minutes to walk from literally one end of the airport to the other. As I reached the gate, people were already boarding. And then, 35 minutes later, we disembarked at Aarhus.

Aarhus airport is tiny! It's only a fraction bigger than the airport at Ruka in Arctic Finland (ah, the memories). I could see Rasmus waiting to collect me on the other side of the glass wall that separates the baggage area from the rest of the terminal. Once I had my bags, I dodged between Russian fencers (they were all still waiting for their swords to come off the plane) and headed out to meet him.

Ah! So lovely to see Rasmus again! He drove me back to his, where I was greeted by his gorgeous wife Eva and their two kids Johan and Marie (who is my goddaughter). How Marie has changed! The last time I saw her, at her christening, she was barely four months old, and now here she was over two years old. And she really reminds me of Isa, my friend in France. The same hair, big brown eyes and disarming smile. Only Marie is a little bit shorter.

The rest of the evening was spent eating cheese, drinking beers & wines and catching up on news. It was almost as if no time had passed since my last visit two years ago. I am glad, because for some reason I fail to fathom I was nervous about coming to Denmark again after a two-year break. I'm happy to say that the nerves were completely unfounded.

On Friday we didn't do a lot. We hung out in the house, enjoying a leisurely breakfast of yummy cheeses, jams, breads, yoghurts, and coffee. Then we did a spot of shopping nearby, went for a walk, and generally ate & drank some more. The weather was a bit on and off, and so we just enjoyed the holiday atmosphere.

Saturday was a day of excitement, because we drove to Legoland at Billund. It was bloody cold in the morning, but the weather promised to get better, and by mid-afternoon we were running around in teeshirts. I actually managed to get a bit of colour in my face too; my first lengthy period of sun since Finland, and certainly my first serious bout of getting hot through sunlight since Australia.

I went to take some pictures of Rasmus with Johan on a flying aeroplane roundabout ride thing. Just as the ride was coming to a stop, the woman on duty there sidled up to me, nodded towards my feet, and then said to me, "Er, ... your penis!" No, really she did!!! I couldn't quite believe my ears! My first instinct was to grab my shoulder bag and place it swiftly across my crotch, in the fear that I was truly exposing myself to all and sundry.

Then, upon closer inspection, I discovered that she was trying to allude to the fact that my flies were undone. No 'penis' at all, thankfully. It made me crack up when she added, "It's not that I'm looking, but..." Piss funny!!!

The rest of my time at Legoland passed without amusing incident. I managed to succumb to the temptation of buying a Lego branded shirt (well it IS for work) and get a bit of a tan in the afternoon heat. We headed home in the evening tired but happy.

On Sunday Rasmus & Eva had invited a load of friends over for a big Easter lunch. I dyed some eggs and we generally prepared mounds of food for everyone. It was cool to see people again, especially Jesper and his girlfriend Mareide, who I have met through Rasmus & Eva. Their taste in friends is almost as good as mine ;-)

Monday was a wet and windy day. We headed to Skanderborg to visit Eva's parents, where we did a traditional Austrian Easter egg hunt in their garden before tucking in to some yummy Danish Easter foods (including some incredible smoked fish from the West coast). Then that evening we drank obscene amounts of wine and listened to lots of mad Danish music.

And so came my last day. We just about squeezed in a visit to Rasmus' parents (who got back from Rasmus' brother's house in Copenhagen half an hour before I had to leave) and then Eva drove us all to the airport, where I said my fond farewells before heading back to Munich via some duty free shopping in Copenhagen.

And that wraps up this Easter in Denmark. It was lovely, both in itself and as a happy continuation of my Easter Denmark visit tradition. Long may it continue!