Beer is the national drink in Denmark. And you can’t get more Danish than Carlsberg.
I’ll be honest, I’ve always known Carlsberg, but I had no idea it was Danish. My beer knowledge isn’t exactly up to scratch. After my lecture one day, I checked one of my (many, many) group chats on Facebook and saw there was some chat about heading to the Brewery. God I love being on exchange!
It isn’t exactly a Brewery anymore – I’m pretty sure they don’t still brew beer here. It’s more of a visitors centre, showing the history of the beer etc. The first thing you’re hit with when you walk in is the shop – for the ultimate Carlsberg fan.
I REALLLY wanted to buy that poster with the three waitors above, but alas it was sold out. Definitely going to come back and get it though, cute right?
Anyway, when you buy the ticket, you get a cute little sticker to put on your clothes (kind of, it kept getting stuck to my hair – does anyone else ever get this problem?) and also two drink vouchers for some cheeky beers.
Then we were off to explore!
It was such a beautiful day outside, which we were bloody lucky with. It would later rain on the bike home, just FYI.
The first room was full of history on how Carlsberg came to be and the founders.
I didn’t know our first beer stop would be so soon.
It was so nice to sip away as we strolled through the museum.
Upstairs was a giant room of gabillions of beer bottles from all over the world.
A few rooms later, we found ourselves in a room with a timeline of the history of beer in Denmark.
I thought this was the end of the tour, so we got a quick photo to celebrate how cultured we are.
Note that I’m the only one who hadn’t yet finished their beer.
Next thing we know, we’re in some stables. What?
I made some new friends too. I’m not sure they liked me. Story of my life.
We strolled around more, where there were really cool Carlsberg vehicles.
And more shops.
And, well, what do you know? Another bar!
I was 99.9% sure that another beer would mean I’d be passed out red in the face and unable to bike home. So I got a shandy.
Which was actually bloody delicious. Never underestimate the shandy!
Then there was this room with different smells. I’m so confused.
It kind of reminded me of the Bols museum in Amsterdam.
Okay, NOW it was the end. So photo op for real.
The bitches and their beer.
What a great exbeerience (Geddit? Sorry).