Sunday, March 26, 2017

Sunny days

We've had a few sunny days here and have been taking our bikes out and about.
And I'm addicted to taking photos...







This is a little fishing village. People live in these wee houses. Very cute.








And richer people live in these houses with little houses close to the water. 

This is our block from behind. Bleah. Its called 'functional design' but we still call it Butt ugly!

Barry found an Easter Egg he would like



Brunch, Danish style!



Wednesday, March 22, 2017

Had to happen...

We made the mistake of not checking out the rules before parking in Horsens.
There is an Electric Car charging station just outside our block of flats and you can hire the cars on an hourly/km basis so we sometimes hire one to do a bit of grocery shopping.
Ignorantly we assumed parking was, as seemed obvious, a matter of paying at the ticket machines and free for a certain time outside shops. Just like back home. Wrong.
Silly ignorant newcomers!
It turns out that the little disk on the windscreen isn't a temperature gauge but how you communicate the time you arrive at a park and if it is not indicated then you are ticketed.
Ours showed 10.30 but as it was around 3pm we got a ticket. And a big one too. 750 Krone  (around NZD150).
Ouch!
At least we got some nice photos of the car we hired.





Barry is tempted to pay them in 1500 x 50 Ores (an Ore is half a Krone). Ha.

Postscript: We wrote a letter pleading innocence but as expected we got no joy. In their brief and blunt response they also finished with:
Vi forsøger hele tiden at forbedre vores kundesupport. Du kan være med til at hjælpe os. Derfor vil vi gerne invitere dig til at bruge et par minutter på en ganske kort tilfredshedsundersøgelse. Den består kun af 6 spørgsmål.
Deltag i undersøgelsen her og hjælp os med at blive bedre.
Which invites us to take a survey on how they could improve their service.
Hmm. Not a good idea I think!

Sunday, March 19, 2017

The Danish registration system

We heard before we came to Denmark that the process to become registered is long and complex.
It’s longer and more complex if you are not a citizen of EU so we got our EU passports thanks to our Dads who were born there.
On day 1 we went to the ‘States administration’ to register ourselves.
Luckily we already heard that in Denmark you need to grab a ‘number’ and then take a seat and wait for the number to come up before being served (not every place but usually all official places as well as banks, councils, post shops and even some bakeries and other shops). I expect a few foreigners would be seated a while before realising.
We had to fill in a form covering everything about ourselves including all the reasons for staying; Barry as a student and me accompanying him as his wife. We had to provide our passport, our marriage certificate, Barry’s acceptance letter from VIA university, proof we can support ourselves, and an additional passport photo.

Then we had to wait for the certificate to arrive. Which it did about 2 weeks later.

We need this document to then get our CPR (Civil Person’s Registration) number. This is the vital card that is used by everyone here. You can’t get a doctor, bank account, dentist, library card, etc… without one. We had to go to our local municipal citizen’s office (Horsens Kommune) for this one. Once there we had to take a number, wait, then fill in a form and provide the registration certificate, our passports, our birth certificates, our marriage licence, our tenancy agreement, Barry’s enrolment, a blood sample, a urine sample, an eye, one of our hands…
OK so that’s silly but by now Barry was spitting tacks over why the two organisations couldn’t talk to each other and save time and effort, and how archaic-disorganised-inefficient-…&%%#*&^%$#$...
They wouldn’t accept our original marriage certificate either as it had the word ‘copy’ on it. She wouldn’t believe us that it was the genuine one despite the signatures having clearly indented the page. She also said it didn’t matter so we are officially unmarried here in Denmark.
After waiting a further couple of weeks we got my card only with a spelling mistake in the name. As this differs from my passport it will cause problems apparently so we needed to go back in person to get it changed but thought we would wait for Barry’s one to show up. Which it didn’t.

He finally called them and found out that as he hadn’t selected a doctor it was put on hold. If he hadn’t called them we would never have known as its not in their policy to contact us in these circumstances….[more **&^%#$%^&*^… from Baz].
So the weird thing was, I can’t remember selecting a doctor myself, and when Barry rang a doctor to find out if he could use them, they said he needed the CPR number!!!! [*&^&%$#1*&^%$……]
So we went back to the Horsens Kommune; Barry telling them he would select the same Doctor as me, and me correcting my name.
Then we waited another couple of weeks for the cards to arrive.
Along with the card we received a letter telling us that we must tell then which country we have health insurance with and since we used our EU passports, this would be Britain which meant we needed to apply for the Blue Health card that entitles all EU citizens to heath cover if they travel or live or work etc, in an EU country. This could only be applied for online and to go online to the government site, we needed to have a Neme ID. The only way to get the Neme ID is to go to the local municipality (Horsens Kommune) again.


So another visit, number, wait, submission of passport again – to the same person again!!! [*&^%$#@#$%^&**&&^%$#@.......... from the inexhaustible supply of *&^%$# in Barry’s vocabulary. Mind you he has a point!]
Miraculously we didn’t have to wait for this one. We got an envelope with a code which we had to enter in a portal, on the computer in their office, then create a pin, then with our CPR number and pin entered we are given a key to correspond with a code card so that we can enter the appropriate code and get into the site – a bit like the BNZ login in malarkey at home.

So now that we have our neme ids, blue health cards, a doctor and our yellow cpr cards, we can finally go ahead and get a bank account, a library card and, if we need it, a dentist, optometrist, other-ist if and when needed.

And hopefully I don’t have to hear more from Barry on the matter!

Spring!

There are signs of spring everywhere. Mind you, Denmark is a bit like New Zealand, surrounded by sea and changeable in weather from one day to the next. I laughed a bit too soon with the wind. Yesterday it was sunny but there was a 'strong breeze' - almost worthy of a Wellington day and to top it off, it suddenly clouded over, hailed to the point of turning everything white, then shone sunny and blue sky again. Just like home :-)
Its snowing or 'sleeting' again today.
I realized I had taken a couple of the same photos in different weather, so put a couple together for a comparison.


And Easter is in spring for the first time in my life. There are cards, loads of chocolate treats and flower displays everywhere. Like this one.


They are BIG on Easter here.
Lots of these flowers in all the parks. I think they are crocuses?


And on a different note altogether, I saw this Dad and his little girl shopping the other day. She took great care to use her little shopping trolley and he had total patience. Very cute.



Wednesday, March 15, 2017

Celebrations and funny names

Today we went out to the Kuntsmuseum. Yes, that's what Art Galleries are called. They had a lovely cafe and the sun was shining and it was bright and the food was fabulous.
 We were celebrating because we have a beautiful new granddaughter who was born this morning. Sadly we are 17,995km away from cuddles :-(
I won't post a photo on a public domain like this, but trust me she is absolutely adorable, just like my other two grandchildren who are also far too far away from me back in New Zealand :-(
But back in Denmark, and while on the subject of funny names for things, 'fart' means 'speed' and we giggled like kids when we came across these signs...


Also, when something or someone comes to the end, or its over, its 'slut' so if someone calls me a slut at the end of a meeting they are probably just acknowledging the meeting is over.
And apparently 'Prik' means a dot or a poke on facebook.
But I like fart the best. I want to visit Middelfart now.




Sunday, March 12, 2017

Vejle, Jelling, Billund, and some history

Yesterday we walked to the 'traffik terminal' and caught a train to Vejle. It was a sunny day and its a gorgeous town. All the shops put out their wares market style on Saturdays. This seems to be a thing as they do it here in Horsens as well. There was some gorgeous buildings along the street.



Thought of you Lucy-Jane and Susan


They also have a really weird looking hotel and a windmill. We saw these but I didn't take photos so these are borrowed from the net:


The age of Denmark is quite something compared to the young nation that is home. Close by in Jelling, there are two stones carved around 7-800 years ago, with the runic inscription;  "King Harald bade these memorials to be made after Gorm, his father, and Thyra, his mother. The Harald who won the whole of Denmark and Norway and turned the Danes to Christianity." And 'King Herald' was King Herald Bluetooth who's name and runic symbol was used for the modern day Bluetooth technology.
I kid you not.
Borrowed from the internet
From Vejle, we took the bus to Billund. Billund is famous for being the home town of Lego which, I have found out is short for 'leg godt' which means 'play well'. It has the first Legoland and Denmark's second biggest airport which originated in 1961 when the son of the Lego founder established a private runway close to his Lego factory. Close buy there is also Laladia - a tropical waterpark and a zoo so a primo destination for kids. I wish I could bring my grandkids here!
Barry in front of the new 'Lego house'
When finished, the Lego House will look like this:
From their website
Me and some random kids building a Lego tower


We caught a bus from the airport which took us back to the outskirts of Horsens, and then another bus to home. A good thing we have found, is that when you buy a bus ticket it has a time limit and you can keep catching buses on the one ticket until the time runs out.  Some nice scenery on the way...