Today, on my last day in this Fine Land, I went to what might be Europe's finest record shop, 12 Tonar. They serve you coffee while you make your selections. Being that Iceland has very limited releases, the owners are very knowledgeable as to what a person might like. I think this 'stream-lined' decision-making process is part of the appeal of Iceland to my weary noggin.
Tonight I had a really nice night in Reykjavik, save for some rough mulled-wine at Kaffibarinn. It's funny, everything I try that's Danish (here's looking at you, mulled-wine) seems to suck. Oh well, it was a really nice day here, activity-wise. Weather was frigidly cold, but that's alright.
I ate some superb noodles, which oddly enough, were advertised as being 'with' MSG. They were quite proud of this. The cook even double-checked with me, but I said 'sure, go nuts, if it's called for in the recipe'. Tasted good, but I felt a little dehydrated afterwards.
I finished the evening by walking on the Tjorn, which is now fully-frozen, save for one end, where they pump hot-water in to keep some ducks and swans happy. I also stumbled upon the Canadian Embassy, which is always neat. Foreshadowing, if you will.
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| Semi-frozen Tjörn. |
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