Runtur.

This is a picture of Chuck Norris.

The above picture was drawn by Steinur.

This is Steinur.

Steinur is #9 on the SA Vikingur, and plays on the right-wing of the second line. Josh's take: "Steinur's been a good player for a lot of years".

Steinur is at the dressing room stall next to mine, and is a friendly chap. He's a funny dude in a very Icelandic way, which I shall contemplate further.

The clock on the wall as we leave Steinur's apartment to go out. We left 'early, to get a seat'. Right.

There were no seats to be had at this, or any of the establishments we attended last evening.

When I set it up, I didn't expect this blog to feature a picture of Pavorotti. Go figure.

My favourite thing about this girl is her necklace--the shape of what is clearly her homeland.

There was a piano bar.

I would have liked to have stayed here longer.

We ran into Runar at approximately 3:30am.

This is the only other guy I've seen with a mustache. Singing at the piano bar.

I just shaved mine off after a bad practice. Sure enough, a day later, guys are asking why I did it, yet hadn't said a bloody thing before.

Some young'uns.

Being a small place, young people wind up in the same bars as older social people.

In showing these pics to Ingvar, our captain (and the captain of the national team), he said "those are all my students", as he teaches math during the day.

Gunnar, the guy with long hair, also lost a bet with Josh wherein Gunnar pledged his car.

Josh has not attempted to collect on this bet, but the kid has stayed away from the rink all year, afraid Josh will do so.

All in all, a solid night out.