The
flight from Gatwick to Reykjavik
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| Super landscape view from Fly Bus, Keflavik to Reykjavik |
I arrived
in Reykjavik
Mr Taxi Driver
never heard of a guesthouse in down-town Reykjavik
“Hafnarstræti 16 ist what it says on my papers” I
said in broken English with a slight foreign accent, “so schtop making me
nervous Mr Taxi Driver!” The guy was actually very friendly and the destination
proved correct.
Left outside alone with my heavy bags and incredible wind I
was not sure how to access the house, so I popped into an office next door. An
office space of what seemed liked baffled graphic designers or architects had no
idea of such a thing and needed to check the internet, perplexed but friendly
“yes you are right brave artsman from se Englands
"Tak Tak" I left
them in their office, wheeled my bags across the gravels to the other side of
the building. Ahhhh this is se green gate I have been instructed to go through!
With my keys and my bags I finally made it into Sim Guesthouse! “Hallo? … Hallo?” I yelled
but it seemed no one was home; I followed my instructions on my piece of papers
and heaved my bags up to the firsts floor, through the kitchen and up to the
seconds floor where room number 4 awaited.
An attic
room all alones? First thing I did before I settled was log into Facebooks,
because if you need company Facebooks is the best place to meet all the friends you
have in the vorld!
I must
stop speaking in this silly German accent! Although I find it amusing it might
get me into trouble, or people might think that I am a bit thick. You know the
situation when you are in a foreign speaking country, you can find yourself
doing the broken English thing? Embarrassing!
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| Snow Skyr and Blonde, collage with Skyr on paper, 2013 |