Island er bilað

So. I walked around Reykjavik for 2 days, looking for 10 year old icelandic records and movies. Nothing. Then I started looking for ceramichouses like the one I bought couple of years earlier. Nothing. Then I gave up and spent a rediciolous amount of money on a tommy hillfinger shirt instead.

I discovered that Reykjavik is broken. Here's how to fix it:
Open up a store called "Islandsstofan" (but nevermind my spelling ;) ) in downtown Reykjavik. Fill it with all things culture ever produced in Iceland. Old rare vinyls, every CD, every movie produced in Iceland or by an Icelander. Mark where the different movies are shot. Invite directors and creators and musicians to hold speeches and signings. Open up a democorner for unsigned bands and new artists. Or if there already is such a place, for gods sake, advertise it!

Such a place would easily be supported with all my christmas money, Icelanders are fucking amazing artists. :)

Import and export

Well, I like Whiskey and scotch, well all things liquor really. I discovered that the bastards over in Scotland keep the best stuff for themselves, same thing with the French and their wines. Its not like they export all their Beaujolais Cru. They hog it all for themselves!
In 1998, Iceland exported one of their finest men. Pretty odd thing to do in a retro perspective. Or I'm just biased on the account of being married to the bloke. Anyhow, I'm happy I found him, but I really, really would like to move to Iceland. He on the other hand, is somewhat more prune to stay in Sweden. So, what to do? Start a facebook group to get him exported back to Iceland of course! He's got only one year left in med school, then there's nothing keeping him from moving. Do you want to help me convince him that moving back to Iceland is a good thing?
Here's the facebook group:
http://www.facebook.com/group.php?gid=168028109059

Cheers! /Malin

3 things to do in Reykjavik

 Go see Jagúar.

 

 

 

 

 

 

Eat at "Bæjarins Beztu".

 

 

 

 

 

Hug your local wafflewagon.

 

 

About the blue lagoon...

I should have learned, after all its not my first time in the blue lagoon. But when your on the way out into the pit, there is no sign reminding you to bring your towel. On the other hand, when you are on your way back from the bath and the showers, there's always a rude woman standing there, refusing you access to your locker.  Apparently, god forbid, you're wet after showering. She will the refer to a sign on the wall, visible from the showers but not from the lockers and saying that you will simply have to stand there naked and dry off. Rude pigstickles, stick a sign on the right side of the wall will ya.

With love from Reykjavik

 

 

This is a little collection of photos I've taken in Reykjavik. I call it "With love from Reykjavik" ;)

 

From Iceland with love

Well, considered I sign this blog "with love from sweden" (Swenglish, I know) I kinda had to post this one. It's a bunch of clips I filmed when I went around the island on road number 1 with longer stops in Snaefellsnes and Seydisfjördur. The music is not by an Icelandic band though, couldn't find any Icelandic bands sounding like Sigur Rós under a common creatives licens. My first try at filming and editing so have some patience ^^.

Icelandic men, the acquired taste...

When I first lived in Iceland for a longer period of time I discovered how so many things in Iceland are somewhat a matter of an acquired taste. Hákarl, lysi, skata, all the food from the þorri... The list of things in Iceland that might not cater to the mainstream tourist grows long. During a night out on town I came to a conclusion: While Icelandic women are on an average so much more beautiful than the other European women, Icelandic men are also somewhat of an acquired taste. Before discovering this, I thought that I had been fortunate enough to find the only good looking icelander there is.
I visited Iceland this Christmas and realized that it was no longer only Jónsi and Pall Oskar who looked good. The pubs where packed with men who looked slightly like my husband and therefore were good looking. There might be hope for the icelandic mankind after all, or for me. However you choose to see it.