We had been warned, but nothing prepared us for the insanity that is Copenhagen on New Year’s Eve. The girls’ teachers warned all the kids multiple times: Do not go outside on New Year’s Eve without goggles. And if the Danes are warning you about the danger–this is the land of open fire pits for warmth in amusement parks–you know you should listen.
Our friend Josh would have thought he had died and gone to heaven. The grocery stores carry fireworks here. We’re not talking about packs of sparklers and poppers. We’re talking about 200-feet-high rockets that cascade multi-colored lights. Stuff that you can buy only at semi-legal stands on Indian reservations in Washington.
The fireworks started at about 6pm. By 8pm there was a constant stacatto of explosions around the city. By 11:45 it was nearly constant, and then at midnight everywhere you looked there was fireworks. The street lights were obscured from the smoke. A haze crept over the city. For about an hour the pandemonium reigned.
Even now, at about 3am fireworks are echoing around the city.
I shot some video. It’s 9 minutes of fireworks, but these were exploding barely above eye level!