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Summer in Iceland - The Rotten Shark Post

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I woke up at ten thirty. Tomorrow I head home but today is my last day to hang out.  I could have rolled back over and gone back to sleep but I said, 'naw' and checked my phone to make sure that it was indeed ten thirty. My internal clock is amazing. Sion and Corbexx had just woken up so we gathered together and went to look for breakfast.



If anyone was worried, the boat outside of my window's dry dock is going amazingly well.


It seems that last nights being out went on until morning. Sion bailed at five after they had wandered to a heavy metal bar. I had to admit that I was not displeased that I had bailed out early. Still, it was now morning and there was an open market of some type by the habor that Sion wanted to see.

Fair enough. The second thing on the agenda was going to Cafe Loki by the big Lutheran church for him to have rotten shark. The flea market was interesting. It was a mix of professional booths and more yard sale personal type stuff. If you wanted a knitted woolen sweater, you are all set. Corbexx and I wound up picking up cookbooks of traditional Icelandic recipes. We will see how that goes.

We walked to the cafe and by the time we reached it we were actually hungry. The main part of hte building was closed but the sign tells you to use the side door and go upstiars. Upstiars its like being in someones living room but with chairs and tables. Simple and nice except for the crazed mural on the wall which has horses running around a rainbow accented castle on one side and sweeps over into a volcanic eruption with dire wolves eating carcass and women turning into harpies amid the end of the world. It was rather trippy.


I wasn't kidding.

This is actual my first real traditional Icelandic meal. I got meat soup which I kept seeing at places and heavy rye bread with lamb patte on it and some tea. I had no idea waht I was actually getting but I hoped for the best.


And some may wonder, "What was sugar picky about with this?" Well, just so you know it was the carrots. God damn cooked carrots. I just ate around them. :P

However, Sion is the real reason I'm writing right now.

This is Sion.



This is Sion's rotting shark in the tiny bowl.


So brave!


Not even gagging!


He's gonna eat all four pieces!


Thank god for a shot of Brenniven that comes with it. God damn right alcohol after that!


Tee hee. I'm back out and I'll fill in the rest of the wandering Iceland day later.

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