Behold, ladies and gentlemen, the story of my great trip to Iceland.
This was redacted more than one year after the facts, so it’s quite possible that time blurred some memories… Especially the troll attacks. It may have been a dream or too much Brennivin*…
*Brennivin is a tasty Icelandic aquavit
I tried to use the notes I took during the trip, but – I might as well say it straight – they were absolutely useless. It looks like being too much outdoor turns my brain into mush, and my writing abilities to those of a 4 year old. I nevertheless decided to quote them several times, mostly because they made me laugh. So, next time you see a serious person writing something in a serious-looking notebook, don’t forget that they may be writing something brilliant like:
“The hat protected well. Batteries.”
I landed in Reykjavik in the morning of September 7th, 2015.
My mind was blown before I was even out of the plane. It was so beautiful and unexpected; my heart was beating fast in the shuttle between Keflavik airport and Reykjavik. I’m not saying, of course, that I don’t have any emotion during the grey ride between Trudeau and my place, that would be lying, but there is at Montreal a distinct absence of black sand beaches with rainbows on the dark sea under a changing sky…
So much sky! I’ve always felt that we have more sky in Montreal than at (for example) Paris, but there is no end of sky in Iceland! I was told beforehand that there were no trees: I didn’t miss the trees, but I gorged on the sky. Always changing, sometimes menacing, with multiple fascinating layers of different clouds, golden rays, rainbows (so many rainbows!!), and all of that at the same time, the sky was a constant wonder! (well, except maybe when it was very rainy)
I had prepared absolutely nothing for my day at Reykjavik. I went out the hotel, nose up, eyes wide open, and, as usual, full of wonder. Obviously, I missed lots of important places, but I noticed a few things…
Reykjavik seems to have a specific fascination for blocks – someone ought to investigate this properly!
Some people emerge from blocks:
She was right Maurice, you’re going bald…
Some blocks emerge from people:
*sigh* Mondays…
Others are made of blocks, sitting on blocks:
I’m petrified…
Or the classic (and internationally recognized) proudly standing on a block (in this case, with an axe!)
We live for battle! (For Honor!!)
Even the cathedral, whose shape is definitely non-cubic, is clearly made of blocks!!
You know the model was made in Lego, right?
And, not a block but still, this mural:
Heya stranger!! I’m a pink blob!
Also, in a street, something we could do in Montreal too:
I’m worried that the boot or the baby bootee will have problems in having a stable relationship with a glove… And if they try having one with each other, I hope nobody will criticize their age difference…
Finally, my hotel room is snarky!
The view
