Copenhagen for The Thrill Seekers: a Friday-to-Monday weekend

An artificial ski slope and an 85-metre climbing wall on the roof of the waste-to-energy plant; an hour's ski pass with kit, the city below the chairlift.

Jump into the harbour where the city does, cold and clean, with the Christianshavn spires across the water; the five-metre tower is open in summer.

Texas barbecue by the pound and the Mikkeller and Three Floyds taps in a meatpacking hall; the brisket runs out, so get there before nine.

Twenty minutes on the S-train to the royal deer park: a ten-kilometre loop on gravel past two thousand deer and the hunting lodge on its hill.

Arne Jacobsen's striped lifeguard towers on a beach the city swims from all year; a cold dip after the run, then the kiosk's hot dog.

A burger counter in a petrol station that closes when the patties run out; the butter burger and the fries are the recovery meal, standing up.

A climbing gym in a shipyard shed on Refshaleøen, rope walls to fifteen metres and a bouldering cave; the harbour bus gets you there by nine.

The 1843 garden's rides: a looping coaster, a plane that spins at 100 km/h, and the 1914 wooden coaster with a brakeman; check the season dates.

A loud room with a long bar and sharing plates built for a group that has queued for rides all afternoon; the beef tartare and the fried chicken.

The harbour loop: Olafur Eliasson's circle bridge, the Inner Harbour bridge and the Bryggebroen, six kilometres before the cyclists own them.

An hour's kayak through the Christianshavn canals under the low bridges, the only way to see the city from below.

Rosio Sanchez's taco stand in the meatpacking district, three tacos from nixtamalised corn and a horchata before the metro to the airport.