|I'm not the type to take scenery or city shots, but they did have this dried fish stuff everywhere and it was disgusting.|
Actually now that I think of it a blow-by-blow account of the ten days I spent in a foreign country would probably be as boring for me to type as it would be for anyone to read. Lots of interesting things happened over the course of my stay there, of course. I had to speak in front of over a thousand people, including the president of Iceland and the former US Secretary of Energy. I ate rotten shark. I met a guy who wore flip flops in 30 degree weather. I got kicked off of an Icelandic dance floor for doing one of those dances invented by black people but ruined by white people. I showered every day in water that smelled like sulfur. I started what would be an extremely dissatisfying relationship with someone that would end a few months later after we both realized we wanted nothing to do with each other. But none of those things are related to fishing. However, the photo below is:
|I didn't want to think about how many people had worn that space suit before me.|
On a whale watching trip near the north Icelandic town of (not even gonna bother looking it up) we stopped by a local cod haunt to catch some fish. Everything we pulled up was a ratty looking Icelandic Cod, but at least I didn't fly all this way for nothing. Even though they were much smaller than the Alaskan Cod I had been accustomed to during my numerous travels to the last frontier, they still tasted great and stood as yet another species I had caught in yet another foreign land. My teacher who attended the trip as a chaperone caught a larger one than me, however, and to this date she has not let me forget that.
|It's not THAT much bigger.|
|I was gonna keep in contact with this guy but never got around to it.|
I didn't feel like writing about everything that happened to me in Iceland, so I don't feel like writing a saccharine conclusion either. However, I can say that despite my initial reservations about spending two weeks on a rock in the middle of the ocean with a group of people I barely knew, it was one of the best decisions I've made in a long time. Many of the decisions I made in Iceland weren't very intelligent (notably involving girls and eating that rotten shark) but I will always remember the trip with extremely fond memories.
NEVER eat at a Mexican restaurant in Reykjavik,