One sunny day of Medvedik’s life in Denmark


Still early in the morning, he jumped off the boat, elated, and almost got run over by a bicycle rider. The rider was a blond girl of 16 years old, who seemed to be quite annoyed by Medvedik’s hesitancy to take a decision which direction to take. He followed her with his eyes wishing he also had a bicycle to cruise through the city, and hoofed to the mermaid monument.


When he arrived to the spot, there was already a crowd taking pictures. Medvedik occupied the bench in the sun observing the tourists, fighting for the best picture with the stone girl. Was she a girl? Was she a fish? Medvedik thought that at least half of her could be nicely served for dinner, although it’s a waste of food to throw away the other half… But leaving the poor mermaid untouched, Medvedik directed his pads to the centre of the city.


With wind in his face, Medvedik was standing on the quay of Copenhagen, observing colourful buildings and yachts, parked in front. He said hi to the swan, who was also pretending to be a yacht, but was actually interested in having a piece of ice cream, savored by the tourists.  


Medvedik strolled down to the Tall House Square, where he had a quick chat with Hans Christian Andersen about his stories and then listened to a song, performed by the street musician. Medvedik was contemplating whether he should go have a ride in the fun park Tivoli just across the road, but he dropped this idea, since there was a monster waking up in his stomach called hunger.

Medvedik went down the narrow street Stroget, looking around for a place to eat. A pretty waitress winked at him, inviting him to the Irish cafe and pub. Before Medvedik had a chance to think about it, he had already found himself sitting at the table, ordering fish and chips. When the girl asked him if he wanted a pint, he agreed. “This must be something good, a pint” he thought.


His lunch was nourishing, the sun was shining bright that day and Medvedik decided to go have a nap in the grass (good thing he doesn’t carry a passport and wallet with him, but pays with his charming smile for all the services).


Medvedik woke up an hour later, shook off the ants and felt an urge for a cup of a good coffee. He followed his nose to the closest coffee shop and ordered a cup of freshly brewed cappuccino.


As the coffee dissolved in his blood, he felt surprisingly energetic therefore he decided to rent a bicycle to feel the soul of Copenhagen. He turned around couple of times in his seat, trying to find the way to keep balance. Then he closed his eyes, breathed in and imagined how he’d ride through the city and the city would have embraced him with the fresh bread smell, and kebab-shop smell, and fishmongers’ smell…


But the clocks on the tower stroke 6 PM and it was time to move.

Medvedik decided to visit Kronborg Castle also knows as Hamlet’s Castle, which is situated in Elsinor, Denmark.


He walked around the old walls in hope to see the ghost of Hamlet’s father. It was getting dark and Medvedik noticed the moon high in the skies. Suddenly, it got very cold and he heard a sinister laughter… Medvedik looked all around and saw a black cat, climbing the wall. “I reckon I’m very tired and I should go back to the tourist bus”, – decided Medvedik, and ran as fast as he could, still covered with goosebumps.

That evening, he made sure to close the doors and windows of the hotel room since they stayed only 200 kms from the castle. He climbed under the blanket and falling asleep, recited a quote from Shakespeare:

 “To die, to sleep –
To sleep, perchance to dream – ay, there’s the rub,
For in this sleep of death what dreams may come…”

Medvedik explores Norway


Medvedik really enjoyed the roadtrip from Stockholm to Oslo, spotting those little houses with lovely gardens, sheep, occasional elks. Norway greeted him with deep blue lakes and fjords, green fields and good roads. He stretched his legs, getting out of the bus, and followed everyone to the entrance of the hotel. He comfortably placed his furry ass in the armchair of Radisson Blu hotel, next to the fireplace and wished he had a cigar and a book of Hemingway to properly feel the atmosphere.


Next morning Medvedik looked out of the window and saw a beautiful lake surrounded by green trees and bushes. He decided to go down for a walk to wake up his appetite for breakfast. The air was so fresh and crispy that he wished he had bigger lungs to take some air with him for later. The green grass felt really wonderful under Medvedik’s paws which made him feel somehow fresher and younger than he was.


As he came down to the water, he saluted the fisherman and his dog, wishing he could stay longer to fancy some fishing himself. Medvedik closed his eyes, thinking how marvelous it would be to savour the taste of grand Norwegian salmon on his palate.


The sun was shining brightly that morning filling up Medvedik with energy and love. He wished he could stay longer, but he promised himself he would come back someday to get off on Norwegian fjords and nature.

Medvedik ran back to the hotel, had a quick breakfast, said good-bye to the fjord and started his way into the urbanistic part of Oslo.


He visited Vigellan’s park on his way where he had fun jumping from one statue to another, pretending to be a part of the scene. He went to feed the ducks and to observe the runners on the stairs, who ran up the stairs and went down on the lawn. He took a moment to rest in the sun by the fountain, counting groups of tourists coming and going. One girl from Russia even made a remark to him not to walk in the grass… but… “What the hell?” – thought Medvedik, “What is the problem with the grass?”, and contemplating about that he continued his way through the city.

That day, it was a labour day in Norway. Medvedik spotted a demonstration, which he joined immediately, because he was quite sure that the polar bear involved in a demonstration would always be a winner – no matter what the demonstration was for or against.

He jumped out at the seafront, where he had an ice cream with teenagers from Oslo, discussing some rock band unknown to him.

Medvedik grabbed a  cup of coffee and a hot dog at seven-eleven and continued walking down the sunny streets of Oslo when he saw this.


He just froze for a second, then he ran as fast as he could. He found a monument of his mum. He recognized her wise face and her figure. He jumped on her and hugged her by the neck, but the next moment he realized everyone around was looking at him in a judging way. He immediately blushed and jumped off the statue. Walking away, he waved and winked to the big polar bear, saying that he will be back someday.

The early evening started to break out and Medvedik had another boat to catch. He was travelling to Denmark this time. He was quite amused by the size of the ferry, so he rushed upstairs to reserve a seat which would allow him to watch how Norwegian shores would get smaller and disappear in the sea.


Medvedik was happy that he had a chance to have a small bite of Norway, he was saying good-bye to this land of salmon and fjords, moving slowly to something, perhaps, even more exciting.

As he watched the sun going down, he still was thinking about the lonely polar bear monument in the middle of Oslo, how he would like to warm it up with his beary love and make it throw away its stone fetters. He would like to invite his big stone polar bear friend  to the restaurant for a bowl of nice fish soup… Another day, another polar bear, he thought, drifting away into the after-sunset-activities.


Medvedik faces drinking consequences


Medvedik really liked it on the ferry. It was a big ship full of entertainment zones, shops, bars and restaurants. After finishing his stroll outside, having said goodbye to Estonia, he decided to go have a pint of something happy during happy hour at the bar. Cider sounded like a good idea and Medvedik got two for the price of one. Everything was as proper as it could be – seagulls above the Baltic Sea outside the bar window, light rock music, expectations of an amazing trip in front of him, he drifted away on the waves of apple cider, moving slowly to the Swedish land.


Couple of hours later, Medvedik didn’t really notice how he was taken by the music of the orchestra, playing in the main entertainment hall. Beautiful flamenco show, dancing competition, and here he is – dancing on the table with the vibe of the night. Why is everything spinning around? The lights, people, polar bears. Is this the real fiesta or just too many drinks for a small polar bear like him?


Morning came along with the rocky shores of Sweden, welcoming Medvedik and all the people on the Victoria ferry. Medvedik realized he didn’t feel that good and went out to look at the cute Swedish houses. Fresh air woke him up a little bit, but there was still some kind of weird fiesta in his head.


He made couple of rounds along the deck to get ready for the new day full of joy and excitement. He was ready again, ready to drink, to party, to discover and to be beary as he always was.