Last Thursday I met with Lise and Michael for brunch. They were so kind to come and pick me up at the Central Station, and from there, we drove out to Amager and 8tallet.
We eat a lot of pork in Denmark, so it should come as no surprise that stegt flæsk, fried pork belly, was voted the National Dish of Denmark in 2014. Stegt flæsk is traditionally served with potatoes and a white gravy with lots of parsley. The pork belly is either pan-fried or cooked in the oven. I’ve also heard about deep-fried versions, but this is definitely not the traditional way to prepare it.
Before jetting off in different directions, AC, Peter, Shinae and I had a couple of days together in Seoul, and one of the days, we decided to go biking along Han River. We took the metro to Yeouinaru station, and from there, we walked over to Yeouido Hangang Park down by the river. Picking a bike was an easy task, as they all looked the same: Quite old-fashioned, but comfortable to ride.
The area around Dubai Creek is one of my favorite places in the city, and if the traffic wasn’t so horrible, I would go there all the time. For me, a trip to Dubai Creek usually start with a walk through the textile souk and the maze-like alleys in the historical district Bastakiya. If I manage to find my way out to the water, I go for a walk along the creek before I stop for lunch at one of the area’s many nice cafés and restaurants.
This weekend I was visiting Rikke in Helsingborg in Sweden. It had been such a long time since my last visit, so our plans for the weekend included champagne cocktails and high heels.
Octave is the rooftop bar at Marriott Hotel in the chic Thonglor area. The bar is very popular among Bangkok’s expats, and if you’re not there right when they open at 5pm, finding a good spot to watch the sunset from might be difficult.
Afternoon Tea at the Authors’ Lounge at Mandarin Oriental is one of the things you have to try, if you are visiting Bangkok. Leave your backpack and flipflops at home (there’s a rather strict dress code) and head down to Chao Phraya River for a glimpse and a taste of what Bangkok was like in a time long gone.
I arrived in Bangkok rather late, and before I got to the city and checked in at the hotel, it was way past dinner time. My hotel was on a quiet stretch of Charoen Krung Road without a lot of restaurants in sight, so for a short moment I wondered whether I would have to go to bed hungry. But the I found a tiny place, where a man was serving soup from a giant pot.