Freetown – Copenhagen’s lost treasure of a cannabis friendly park
Traveling internationally in cannabis is always interesting. You never know what you are going to find when you hit up a different country in search of cannabis industry people, cannabis business and cannabis who knows what.
This past year was my first time in Copenhagen in over a decade. The last time I had only passed through on my way to Sweden to visit a friend in University there. I used the town mostly as an excuse to devour different pastries and sausages.
Upon arrival into my weird boxy hotel a few kilometers from the main downtown area, I had posted on Facebook a picture of the airport, only to figure out I had a few friends in town, too. We decided to meet for dinner, near the river crossing bridge.
When we sat down for at the restaurant, my friends had brought their local tour guide with them, to talk more about the scene of the night. While Copenhagen has been on the charts lately as the latest rage for import of cannabis to Europe, we had yet to see anyone taking a puff or whipping out an edible.
What we would learn, was that despite all the restrictions and refinements of Denmark and Copenhagen that we knew of already, there was one small part of the city that remained untouched by the authorities – Free Town.
Free Town they said, was like no other. Abandoned military barracks, taken over by gypsies, hippies and different drug cartels alike – all selling something for libation or rebellion purposes, if not both. As long as the little area stayed quiet, it was generally left alone by the police.
After dinner we crossed the bridge and walked down the waterfront path, past the old clock to which we were told the entrance would be found. Up the park path, was a stone wall with a sign “no photos” in many different languages and rainbow paint surrounding it.
Inside the park walls, not only was there cannabis, but a whole community of people living and operating in the area. The barracks had been taken over by temporary beds, hot plates, camp stoves, tents, sleeping bags and pets. The old locker change-room had been made into a bar serving cocktails, beer and bad red wine. Not only were there bar workers, but also there were cleaners. Tables were wiped, washrooms were cleaned, and the floors of the park remained spotless.
Around another corner, we would find a few tables set up, all with one lonely light-bulb hanging from an umbrella like structure above them. Upon further inspection, we would find that the light-bulbs were attached to duffel bags, with a ready-pull string that would pack the whole thing up into a sling bag, to be thrown over a shoulder, full of all things illegal to be ran in the opposite direction of any enforcement. Quite genius really.
The sales system functioned similar to street kids selling fruit in Cambodia or Thailand. Once central dealer distributing to many followers, all operating in the same recognizable system and pricing. A make shift franchise, for lack of a better word. In this case, a much more affordable price than Dubai – only 25 Euro per gram! Yeehaw back in action.