Thursday, June 30, 2011
Wednesday, June 29, 2011
Camera saga: The final chapter (hopefully)
The Nikon is back in business. It was just a dead battery; the charger must have fallen out of the outlet last night. Doh!
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Camera issues, again
Alison's brand new Nikon Cool Pix camera has apparently died. So much for the back-up; we're down to our iPhones and Flip video.
Yesterday, the guy at the camera shop in Akureyri tried to fix the broken Canon, but no luck -- it needs to be sent in for service.
Hopefully, we'll figure out what's up with the Nikon... Or find a camera shop in the middle of nowhere ;)
Tomorrow, we go to Stykkisholmur on the Snaefellsnes Peninsula, a picturesque (pun intended) region with glaciers, black and gold sand beaches, lava fields and other natural beauty.
There WILL be pictures.
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Changing the plan!
Being two of the most set-in-our-ways travelers, we usually stick to our itineray. But today we shredded it, cancelled our hotel room for the second night in Akureyri and headed for Gauksmyri, a horse farm on the Vatnsnes Peninsula. If the weather is good, we're going horseback riding. The farm is run by married school teachers. The restaurant serves all organic meats and vegetables from their farm. We're looking forward to it.
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Bad hair days
All the young boys and teens have Bieber head. Not a good look here, either.
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Tuesday, June 28, 2011
The police
Just left the hotel -- without any prisoners. Hopefully Cigarettegate is over. But it still stinks.
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The noses know!
When we got back to our hotel room tonight, the hallway smelled like cigarette smoke. I called the reception desk, the guy told me he'll check into it. (There's no smoking in buildings in Iceland; they've outlawed it like the rest of the world.)
Half an hour later, it's worse. Now, we can smell it in our room. I call back.
"I know, I know" the guy told me. "I found them. They are Ukranian and won't listen to me, so I am calling the police."
Developing...
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REALLY small world
On Saturday, after our white-knuckle ride to Seydisfjordur (See blog entry: OMG the fjords), we checked out both streets in town and stumbled upon the Skaftfell Bistro for a drink to calm our nerves. (See blog entry: Pub and art center we hung out at in Seydisfjordur).
Brian needed to chill from the drive, Alison needed to chill from Brian screaming "I can't see" for half an hour.
Anyway, we had a lot of fun playing cards, hanging out and talking to a really nice bartender.
Today, three days later and hundreds of miles away in Akureyri, we were in a pub having a pizza. All of a sudden, Alison's eyes get huge and she says "There's the bartender!" Sure enough, it was our newest best friend Vigdis Lara.
Freaky.
So we exchanged contact info and have a new friend (real and facebook) in Iceland. (In the winter, she works at a bar called Boston in Reykjavik. Karma? Fate? Stupid luck? Whatever it was, we're glad!)
To make things a little more strange, after she left, a guy two tables away comes over and says he's from Boston, too. He lives in Haverhill. The world just got a little smaller.
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Brian needed to chill from the drive, Alison needed to chill from Brian screaming "I can't see" for half an hour.
Anyway, we had a lot of fun playing cards, hanging out and talking to a really nice bartender.
Today, three days later and hundreds of miles away in Akureyri, we were in a pub having a pizza. All of a sudden, Alison's eyes get huge and she says "There's the bartender!" Sure enough, it was our newest best friend Vigdis Lara.
Freaky.
So we exchanged contact info and have a new friend (real and facebook) in Iceland. (In the winter, she works at a bar called Boston in Reykjavik. Karma? Fate? Stupid luck? Whatever it was, we're glad!)
To make things a little more strange, after she left, a guy two tables away comes over and says he's from Boston, too. He lives in Haverhill. The world just got a little smaller.
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