I got woken up at 9 by a text from my previous hostess, Sigga, telling me that the weather station here has put out a warning for a massive wind storm hitting Reykjavik later on today. I figured I better get done today what I need to get done before the storm hits.
Doing my morning rituals, I left the house at 11:30. It was wet and windy thus cold. Good. I was getting tired of the warm days here.
My day started off with a trek to the northwestern point of Reykjavik to a place called Elko, their version of a Futureshop. I needed a beard trimmer. I would’ve brought mine from home but the voltage here compared to was the trimmer needed wasn’t compatible. Normally, to get there, it would’ve taken me twenty minutes but I was fighting against the wind and rain so it took me twice as long.
Once getting to the area where Elko was, I spotted a company that made the game EVE Online, CCP. I know of a few friends that I would make jealous if I went in and said my hellos. They were closed today though. I proceeded to go into Elko to find my goal of this quest that I had undertook. I spotted five different trimmers on sale and I settled on the second cheapest one there.
My prize in hand, and killing about 45-minutes in there, it was time to go back outside. The route I took back had taken me by the Fleamarket. I decided not to go in today and forgo the shark challenge because the weather was getting worse and I had things to do before shops closed today.
I stopped by a few shops here and there, trying to do some Christmas shopping and picking up some wrapping paper, I suddenly become hungry. A few days ago I saw a restaurant that I wanted to check out and today seemed like the best day to do it. The Chuck Norris Grill. Yes, that Chuck Norris. Inside, plastered along all the walls, were facts about the man. Like ‘Fear of spiders is arachnophobia, fear of tight spaces is claustrophobia, fear of Chuck Norris is called Logic,’ ‘Some magicians can walk on water, Chuck Norris can swim through land,’ and ‘Chuck Norris can slam a revolving door.’ I ordered a Roundhouse Kick sandwich (shredded beef, cheese, lettuce, bacon, onion, and chilli) with a pint of beer that was poured poorly. About 1/5 of it was head.
I mowed down my sandwich and downed my beer, now it was time to go back outside. I ran over to Mokka for a quick coffee, then resumed my store-hopping.
5:00 rolled around and I had to hit the grocery store before it closed at 6. Dropping my things off at home, I ran over to get food for the next few days. Sigga contacted me while I was trying to decide between what package of chicken to get, telling me that if I needed the washer before I left Reykjavik that I could use it. Overjoyed (because there’s no laundromat here), I finished up my grocery shopping, went back to my place and put things away, I gathered up my dirty clothes, and ran back to where I had stayed before.
Tossing in my laundry, I had a hour and forty minutes to kill. Fortunately enough I had brought my book, knowing that it was going to take this long.
By the time I left with my wet clothes, the wind storm had hit us in full force. Stupid-strong winds, crazy rain, occasional hail, I had a big fight ahead of me to get back to my place. A couple of times, while crossing the street, the wind almost took my feet out from under me, which would have sucked because how am I going to continue on my trip with no feet?
I hung up my laundry, made dinner, and organized my things. One more full day left before I leave Reykjavik. I only got half of my shopping done so I have a very busy day tomorrow.
Side note: NO PARTY UPSTAIRS!!!