007 Denmark in a Day (Praise the Elderly)

I travelled from beautifull Hamburg, again by hitchhiking last Sunday. I read on the Hitchwiki that the best way to get a lift to the north is actually in the south of the city, so I took an S-bahn there, and then a bus. When I came to the petrol station, a lady who worked there gave me a chocolate cooky, and told me that it would work better to stand at the exit, where all the cars come together to go on the highway again.
Going by the well known saying that you should believe everyone who gives you cookies, I walked to the other end of the parking area, where I met two other hitchhikers, who were on their way to Berlin. They were quite depressed, because they had been standing there for over 3 hours. I told them that I just arrived by S-bahn, and they were so relieved to learn that it was easy to get into the city center, that they left for Hamburg right away. They made me a bit worried about having to wait that long.
When I had stood there for 45 minutes, I decided to try my luck closer to the petrol station again. Walking back there, I saw a car with two elderly people in it, and asked them if they where going north. It turned out they were, so they took me along to another petrol station.
There I was picked up after 10 minutes by an elderly couple and their granddaughter in an old campervan.They were on their way to the coast, and dropped me off at the last petrol station before the ship to Denmark. After some asking around there, I met another couple of pensioners on their way to Denmark. I asked them if they could take me to Puttgarten, where the boat to Denmark leaves from, and they decided that they would take me all the way to Copenhagen. This was A Really Good Thing, since the boat charges per car, and not per person, so I got to Denmark for free. And they were really nice and funny people. And they gave me Radishes to eat, which is even better that cookies, because it is healthy.

After a long ride through the not so exciting Danish landscape, they dropped me off in the suburbs of Copenhagen at around 5 o'clock. I walked from there to the city center, eating a nice pizza on the way. I once heared this rule that the further away from Italy you get, the worse the pizzas become, and I can now solidly confirm by empirical research that Scandinavia is an exception to this rule.
Anyway, I walked past the Tivoli fairground, and took a commuter train out of Copenhagen again. I went to a campsite in Helsingor, because I didnt succeed in finding a couch in Copenhagen for that night (I was offered one for Saturday, and also for Monday, so it isn't all bad over there), and because the boat to Sweden leaves from there.