With some people we'd met in a club the previous night, we went to Christiania, a self-declared independent state which has occupied a former military barracks since 1971. We wandered in to the free state and onto its main street, Pusher Street, where lots of small stands sold weed.
We spent a long time in Christiania. It was a hot summer day, and it was a nice place to be. What I didn't appreciate for a while was that I was getting sunburnt, but by the time we left, I was turning very red, and already feeling the pain. Somehow I hadn't really thought it would even be possible to get sunburnt so far north.