Oct. 13, 2009

And on this day...very tired. Got suckered into going out by Isidora, despite my refusal to drink and my near-comatose state. People flying around me, saying nonsensical words. Ended up going to karaoke night, with jerk-ass Isidora staying home, believing that sickness was an excuse to strand me with these savages. Was a good time at Oliver's, though. Sang Bar Fly by Jeff Who? with Kobi and Kjartan, with Kjartan being unable to sing the second half of the song, as he was in laughing fits from listening to my guttural explosions. Left a bit earlier than everyone else to avoid being trapped in a living room full of amoral drunkards. Soon after retiring to my bed, I hear the bass beat of Barfly coming from downstairs. Realizing defeat in this initial battle with consciousness, I join in the revelry for a while. Quiets down, get back to bed. Woken up again. Sigh.

Oct. 12, 2009

Shit, it has been a while. Been too tired to write these things. On a Monday, went for a bicycle ride, as the evening sun was too much to ignore, and no one wanted to walk with me. Felt about 50 degrees with zero wind. Rode along the sea, stopping by an old fish-drying shack. Cool little bunker in a hill. Found the public beach with hot tub. Going to go brave that one of these days. Set the self-timer and took some pictures of me on a pier column out in the water. Decided to do hand stands on it, despite not being able to do handstands. After about 10 tries, got my feet vertical, and they continued swinging over me. Disoriented, I my foot luckily caught the edge of the column as I fell backwards. Continued on, finding a forest on a hill, topped by the Saga museum, Perlan. Very refreshing to be surrounded by trees. Saw a black rabbit. 'Twas a first. Went to the observation deck. View=not-too-shabby. Returned, most likely ate dinner... Went to Zimssen with Peter, Jaimie, and Kjartan. Drank cheap beer and played some boring Icelandic game similar to Sorry. For the record, I was clearly in the lead when they decided to quit. Talking outside about AIDS in Guatemala, we met a pleasant couple from Canada. Aaaand then we left. I am sure the rest of the evening was just peachy.

Oct. 9, 2009

Friday.... OK, I've got this one. A few volunteers arrived for the festival. Shaved most of my beard, as I was beginning to tire of having uninvited leftovers hanging from my face. Emmm. Got some beer with Michelle. Very high wind and rain today. Kjartan's father came to fix the heating pipe for the garage. Gutter drain next to the back door clogged, house almost flooded. Drank said beer. Went out with everyone. Had good time. Walked home with Isidora and Kjartan. Went back out. Danced. Spoke in Spanish. Kicked-in bathroom door. Lost everone but Matevz, Michelle, Taru, and Alek. Stumbled home, stopping to talk to some people on a bench. They didn't know how to get home. I didn't have an answer. Got home "early" around 5 a.m.

Oct. 8, 2009

Thursday! This is what you get when I wait too long to post.

Oct. 7, 2009

Ummmm. Yep.

Oct. 6, 2009

Wake up headache-free; always a plus. In the mood to do something constructive today, so decided to try to fix the hot-water line to the garage. Head downtown to a hardware store, but no plumbing equipment. Referred to a Home-Depot-like store about a 5 minute ride down the road. Walk around the store, humoring myself that if I stare at the aisle signs long enough, they will morph into English. Ask an employee, and spend a half hour finding the right fittings/piping for this little project. Confident I have a workable assortment of gadgets, I pay and head back to the house. Something's a bit off here... Yes. Measured the diameter of the wrong pipe. Head back to the store. They don't have the same parts in for the smaller pipe gauge. Spend a half hour collecting a new assortment of fittings and tube that should work. Head back to the house, immerse my hands once again in the freezing-cold mud around the broken pipe. One end fits tight, put the other end on. Hot water it delivers, but the rusted pipe end leaks a bit too much to ignore. Fiddle around with it for a while longer, hands now being scalded in the hot water mud around the broken pipe. No progress made, so I cut my losses and head in for dinner. Not a bad try methinks armed with only a pocket knife, teflon tape, and a dish towel. Kjartan's father knows plumbing and can hopefully make his way over and come up with a slightly-less-shitty fix. Draw and relax with Isidora for the rest of the night.

Oct. 5, 2009

Sunny early morning relaxed with no road trips on the agenda. Felt a bit sedentary, so hopped on my bike and went for a ride. T-shirt weather it was not, but it kept me riding to avoid hypothermia. Spotted a couple abandoned shacks down by the water just in case I should need them in the future. Back wheel began to go a bit wonky, so headed back and warmed up. Cleaned out the car, returned it to the lady, and then went for a stroll around town with Isidora. Tried to climb the large church, but the stairs were off-limits, and the elevator cost money. And I was just about to accept Jesus Godsson into my life. Oh well. Found something much more practical outside in a crescent wrench that will fix my wonky wheel. We went to a few shops and passed by the anarchists' free shop before heading back. In the market for something to read, preferably a math book to keep me busy on rainy days. Jamie and Peter going to London and then Amsterdam tomorrow morning, so that proved enough of a reason to purchase some alcohol for the night. Rode to a few used book stores; both surprisingly containing mostly books in Icelandic. Best I could come up with was a mathematical terms dictionary that cost like 700 kr. Dejected, picked a few bottles of hooch, then remembered the free shop, so decided to check it out. A dank open air squatter's shack with plenty of graffiti, and some clothes strewn about. Few books on the bookshelf, including a 400 page calculus book in English with a spray paint how-to pamphlet on top. What a great country. Place both in my bag, and head back, scolding myself for ever believing that structured society could provide me with my educational material. Sit around, eat some spaghetti and sauce with lamb liver that Jamie made(although he thought it was lamb meat upon purchase.) Waited around some more. Started drinking, playing Texas hold-'em and king's cup with Jamie, Peter, Isadora, Kjartan, and Kobi. The latter being the only game that Jamie, Peter, and I introduced to the non-Yanks that received a positive response(beer pong failed failed miserably in crossing the cultural gap.) We were planning on staying up until Jamie and Peter left for the airport at 4:30 am, but, that just wasn't going to happen with now empty Vodka and Rum bottles rolling across the floor. Aaand scene.

Oct. 4, 2009

What a surprise, awake early with sparse sleep preparing for a road trip. Today's lineup:Isidora, Jamie, Peter, Kjartan, and myself. Headed south to see some waterfalls and the gigantic glacier, Vatnajökull, if we have time. Thought I lost the keys to the car, and after dumping all my stuff out and cursing to myself for a good half hour, turns out they were in Isadora's purse. Welp, rousing poor Kjartan after only getting about ten minutes to sleep, we piled in the car and headed off. Accidentally went north on route 1 for a bit, then got the sun on the correct side of the car and continued on. Snowed a bit on the way, but the sun was out and sparkled beautifully off of the landscape; pleasing, but rather blinding as I drove down the road. First stop was a narrow waterfall in free fall off of a large cliff face. Look in my bag and realize I forgot my camera. I can see it spilling onto my bed an hour earlier as I was dumping my bag out in search of the friggin' keys. Looks like memory will have to pick up the slack on this one, a task I'm just not sure its up to these days. Walking up to the falls, everything is coated in ice from the mist. The slim grass blades are encapsulated in inch-thick translucent tendrils. A small trail leading behind the falls, like everything else, is zero friction, so it makes for a fun crawl up and around as the mist completely soaks me. Looking back out from behind the falls, standing within the cavernous rock erosion, I thought this would make quite a nice picture, you stupid forgetful freakin' idiot crapface! Jerk! Oh well, I'll forgive myself...someday... Managed to slip and stumble my way back to the car, as Jamie and Peter gracefully skated behind me, laughing nonsensically all the way. Back in the car and onward, made it to another waterfall, Skógafoss. This one was off of a much larger river, wider and taller, and also a free-fall. A long, steep metal staircase let to the top, and Peter and I decided it rational to race to the top. Well, we made it about 5% of the way up before he was coughing in fits and I was keeled over the railing. Sucked wind the rest of the walk up. A long way down. Ice-capped cliff edge. No photos standing on the edge, as that would pretty much ensure a long, contemplative journey ending with a splat or a bounce; not sure how that works off of jagged icy rocks. Oh, but a moot point, camera-less buffoon. Watched for a while as gull-like birds jumped from the cliff face and rode the updraft from the falls, only using energy to subtly flick their wings and turn. An icicle broke off of a overhang on the top and I watched as it fell and fell for what seemed like 5 seconds, never actually seeing it hit the ground. The rock at the bottom of the river atop the falls was a smooth and high-luster black. Cool shit, basically. Back down and back on the road. Attempting to make it to the black sand beach right next to the road, took quite a while before we found a road that wasn't fenced-off. A bit of snowfall on the way. But was for the best in the end, as we ended up at a black sand beach enclosed by porous volcanic cliffs and rock arches and spires out in the middle of the water. So...picturesque. Fuck! The foaming waves were calling me, and I couldn't help but strip down, sprint, and jump in. Aand, colder than I imagined. Run away! Towel. In. Car. So. Far. Away. Dry off and sit in car as we wait for Jamie and Peter to return from laughing at whatever nonsensical object they have come across. My body finally realizes its cold and I start to shiver in a vain attempt to add to what little body heat remains. Hunger and fatigue beginning to get the best of us, as we head over a mountain pass containing the glacier Mýrdallsjökull to the small town of Vík, in search of some sustenance. Find a small restaurant at a gas station and order some overpriced food that took entirely too long to come out. A ham sandwich isn't rocket science. Not sure if rocket science works as an analogy for protracted periods of time, but it seriously was at least a half hour wait. Ate, still felt hungry. Kjarten and I acquired some fries from plates left on adjacent tables, and we headed out. Not so hungry, but still tired, and so we decided to call it a day and head back. Vatnajökull will have to wait for another day. Driving on the way back, everyone else is asleep. Now, to set the record straight, I have been speeding a lot while driving on route 1. There is nobody on the road, and the national speed limit of 90 km/hr is just too slow. But, I was doing exactly 90 with a car in front of me as another car comes racing from behind, passing us both right as we pass what looked like a cop car on the side of the road. I look behind me and there goes the siren and lights. That's what you get, sucker. Oh...its me you're pulling over, of course. "Did I do anything wrong?" "No?" But you're giving me a breathalizer for shits and giggles. First exam I got an A in in quite a while. Ok, one more challenge...start the car without stalling with the cops waiting in their car. I've been operating in the 5% range so far. But success! I come through in the clutch. Pun intended, bitches. Go to hell cops. Kjarten informs me they weren't even cops, but private security. Rather shady. Continue on to Reykjavik, taking a bit of a detour to pull along side and follow a car full of girls that Jamie and Peter thought were cute. Stalled like crazy at every stoplight in town, haha. Made it back to the house in one piece yet again. Kobi shared some great seafood pasta dish he made with us, so that took care of dinner. Zoned out for the rest of the night, eventually made it upstairs to bed.

Oct. 3, 2009

Woke up early for some stupid reason. Did some cleaning, paced around the house mindlessly. Feeling a pinch of sickness, as to be expected after being in the car with Jaimie and Peters' constant coughing. Bought some rum and wine, ate a nice pasta dinner, and began the night by playing quarters with kronas. Moved on to poker as Kobi joined us. Ran out of drinks at the house, and so headed to the streets. First bar we tried to get into did not admit our disheveled posse, and so we moved onto the English pub. There was a wheel behind the bar there that you could pay something like 1000 kr. to spin, with the possibility to win various amounts of beer. Peter tried 3 or 4 times, gave up or ran out of money. Gave it a shot, won 8 beers. Sweet, and I'm never playing that again. Passed them out among our table, drank, had fun, then headed back as the others continued on into the night.

Oct. 2, 2009

Woke up plenty early to avoid the work staff at the hostel. Headed out to the car to a snow covered ground, and more continuing to fall. Following the obligatory snowball session, made our way back onto route 1, headed farther north to Húsavík, which is reported to have great whale watching. A car-full of hungover people at 7:30 am is quite the quiet venue. Heading over a mountain pass, found it odd that the road was the only thing snow-covered. The rest of the scenery had not yet been blanketed. That quickly changed though, as we came down the other side and everything was white. Doing about 70 km/hr down a country road, the back seat was asleep, Isidora driving, and me spacing-out in the passenger seat. I suddenly notice that our car was traveling down the road at an odd angle. Welp, this should be fun. With zero traction, the car stayed on the road for a bit, then made its way onto the grass of the periphery as the back end kicked out. Still sliding, slowly, thinking it'll be kinda hard to push this back onto the road in the snow. My worries were quickly relieved as the car fell and came to a halt rear-end first into a large drainage ditch that was not really visible from our current sliding angle perpendicular to the road. With the sleepy back seat now awake and confused, we climbed out and back onto the road. Pointing to the sky at a 45 degree angle, it looked even more hopeless from the outside. But, within 5 minutes a guy pulls up and offers a cell phone to call the police. Apparently, his job is to drive around and help stranded souls like us, and he was just on his way to work as he passed us. Sit in his car and talk to the police, as I tell them the situation. They reply with, "We'll see what we can do." More waiting with our friend the road monitor man, as we try to find a topic in English that he understands. Fishing and the wonders of the 2003 Jeep Cherokee that he was driving were about all we could put together. He hands Peter some binoculars, as he sees a tractor heading up the driveway from an adjacent farm. Tractor makes its way over to us, and a guy in a jump suit, and dirt-stained hands gets out, and talks to the other guy in the car. Takes a look at our car, attaches a strap to it and then to the tractor, and pulls our little white compact out of the ditch like a toy. Assessing the damage, all we could find was a very small dent in the rear bumper, a loose exhaust pipe, and plenty of mud and grass. A bit bewildered by our car being completely fine, I offer both people some money for their help, to which they both vehemently refuse. The farmer heads back to his house, and road maintenance man continues on his way. Reflecting on the situation, this was pretty much the best place to go off the road. Everywhere else in the area had lakes or jagged rocks or mountain cliffs right off of the road. We managed to find a soft irrigation ditch on level road. With road conditions still worsening, we decide that we've used up our luck for the day, and head back towards Reykjavik. In good spirits from getting pulled out of a ditch within an hour of falling in, in the early morning on a back road, we made it back over the mountain pass and into Akuryeri for some coffee and breakfast. I took the wheel from there as the lack of sleep caught up with everyone again, and I figured my 4 cups of coffee would fill that hole for me. In about ten minutes, everyone else was asleep, and I was doing 40 km/hr in whiteout conditions; only being able to see the yellow reflectors marking the edges of the road. Straining my eyes to make out images in zero contrast amidst large mesmerizing snowflakes sweeping against the windshield, the caffeine in my body did not do much. And with no place to pull off because these roads have no shoulder, I kept slapping my face to maintain clear eyesight and consciousness. Made it out of the snow and back up to normal driving speed. Stopping for gas in Blönduós, we gave Peter a shot at driving. He got into first gear a hell of a lot better than me, but it fell apart from there. Stalling and not being in gear with a tractor trailer behind us, we rolled to the side of the road. Peter gives up and Isidora gets behind the wheel. Of course that's a cop with its lights on pulling up to us. A bunch of foreigners stalling in a car that we are borrowing from someone. The cop only asks for Peter's diver's license, looks at it, says, "Massachusetts", and hands it back. Peter explains that we were letting him drive to learn. The cop says, "So you let a woman take over instead?". Then says we look like a bunch of drug dealers. Peter, in a moment of pure genius decides to take out his camera and show the cop pictures of our car in the ditch from several hours earlier. I can only sit there in silence thinking, "Why, you idiot, why?" Well, cop tells us to continue on our way, follows us for a bit on the road, and then pulls off. Very weird, but whatever. Drive for the rest of the day, get back to Reykjavik around 8 or 9. We are beat. Everyone else in the house is drinking and about to go out, being that its Friday. After getting shit from the others for not joining in the fun, our troupe scattered off to various quiet places. Watched part of a movie and passed out.