City Panoramic, July 2002. In the summer of 2002 I threw some stuff into my backpack and scuttled off to Denmark for a few weeks. There was a girl involved of course. She lived in a tiny little village near Kalundborg, so I headed over armed with a miscalculated sense of boundless enthusiasm. And yet despite our romantic history, things didn’t work out and after just a few days I decided to hit the road and see the country.