My alarm goes off at 8. I turn it off, put it under my pillow, go back to sleep, and get back up at 10. Groggy and not wanting to get out of bed, I pull off the covers and drag my feet to the kitchen. Coffee will help me. Stupid party last night, I wanted to get up earlier. My initial plan for my morning coffee was to go back to Mokka and chat with that barista again, to see where she got her tattoos.
I didn’t get my day started until noon. Tonight at 7, there’s a performance that I wanted to go see since Tuesday called ‘How to Become Icelandic in 60-Minutes.’ I went down to the theatre first things after leaving the apartment and bought the ticket. 4,200 ISK (Icelandic Krona). Ticket in bag, I began wondering the docks and piers, and then I found a Fleamarket!
Inside, it looked like the 400-Fleamarket, and just as much stuff. Nothing too special here, except the have a shark challenge! They take a picture of you while eating a piece of fermented shark and post the image on their Facebook page. Going back tomorrow to do that.
After the Fleamarket, I make my way back to the Hallgrímskirkja because there’s a museum that is only open on the weekends. Arriving there, the times of operation are from 2:00-6:00. I look at my watch and it’s only 1:20. Nearby there’s a restaurant called Loki Cafe that I’ve been wanting to go to since my first day here.
Sitting down and looking at the menu, I ordered the meat soup special. Comes with a big bowl of meat soup (lamb I think, carrots, onions, yams), flatbread with slices of smoked lamb, a cup of Loki tea, and a bottle of Loki beer. The meat soup and the smoked lamb was good, but the flatbread was the best part! Dense yet soft, moist, sweet, gladly have some more of it for breakfast with some eggs. Paying for my meal I ask them if they sold it but, unfortunately, they did not.
By the time I left Loki’s, it was 2:15. Off to the museum I go! They had a great statue garden outside which I must have spent a good half-hour in there taking pictures. I go inside, pay the admission fee, and tour around the building. It was okay. I’d say that 70% of the sculptures in there were just replicas of the ones outside. None were about Norse mythology nor their great battles, which I was hoping to see.
Went back to my place afterwards for a nap. That was at 4. Waking up at 5:45, I gobble down my cold leftovers from last night (no microwave!!), and head down for the theatre.
Very funny performance. It was a comedy show about how to adapt and become Icelandic in 15-steps. I can’t remember them all, but there was Learn How to Walk, Love the Balls, Be Rude, Love the Work, Love the Smell, and Change Your Name. The fact that one of the steps is to be rude, it’s impossible for me to become Icelandic. Oh well, I like being Canadian too much to change. Also, according to him, Icelandics are strong, proud, and wizards!
After the show, I popped into the English Pub for a quick pint. A quick pint turned into three. The bartender was rather impressed at how quickly I polished them off (45-minutes). I just told him that this is the norm back in Canada. I then asked him where I could buy a beard trimmer. Need to trim my Canadian beard before it gets out of control, and the one at home wouldn't work the voltage here. He told me of a place called Elko and that they are actually having a sale on beard trimmers! Bonus!
Went back home, did some dishes, watched the new episode of ‘Ten Little Roosters,’ then went to bed.
No party tonight!