Europe

I went to Australia, they opened my bags, checked me twice, the immigration officer at least looked at me three times. I go back to India, my own country, hell even there the immigration looks at me as if he is convinced i am the most dangerous terrorist there is and asks the most ridiculous questions imaginable. Then i arrive in Europe. I land in Denmark, stand in line for immigration all prepared with at least 4-5 letters to show for everything, twisting my face as well as i can to resemble my passport photo taken 5 years back. When i reach the officer, i greet her with my best smile also making my best effort to sound most casual and relaxed as if i do this everyday. Boy was i in for a surprise. I am used to women giving me cold shoulder, ignoring me completely, sometimes even passing right through me without noticing. I am used to that. But here i was at the immigration desk hoping for some attention and was rejected outright. The women barely looked at me, did not look at my passport or VISA (which i by the way paid for), stamped the first page she could find and moved on to the next person so fast, it reminded me of almost all my previous girlfriends.

Welcome to Denmark! There is a theory about Danes. Denmark is a mostly a very flat country, with Copenhagen being best. Therefore the entire town instead of spending on cars, rides bikes (cycles for us Indians). So a country where whether its a mother taking her children to the supermarket or an investment banker going to work in his best suit, they all ride bikes. So a city where people get such good exercise at least twice a day are bound to be happy. This i found when applying for Danish VISA, CPR, University application, registration, courses, anything. Danes are so happy, doing things cant get any easier in any part of the world. Two weeks of touring CPH on my ladies bike and i regret not coming here earlier already.