You asked for pictures...

And pictures you shall receive.  Included are pics of a walk I took on the way to the library to do some studying, plus pics of a dinner Rouan, Paul and I had - bloðmör and boiled potatoes, with hákarl

As this is pic-heavy, I've included a jump.


First off, I went to the sea-wall and snapped some shots of the bay, so here they are:

The Sæbraut, literally the Sea-path, that goes right by the harbour and bay.  This is the northwest view

The southeastern view of the bay from the Sæbraut

Remember those mountains in the background of my first photo-post?  Here they are again

More mountains across the sea

Yet more mountains across the sea.  I like mountains.  And sea.  Thus

A Longship, as designed by Ming the Merciless

This sign was laying in a field.  I can't decide if it's heartwarming or heartbreaking

Harpa, the new Performing Arts centre.  There's nothing wrong with the image; the building is designed to look like that

After my walk around the bay/harbour area, I decided that I should probably head to the library, as was my avowed intent when I left the house.  However, there were - and still are, I should certainly hope - a few more things about this city that impress the hell out of me.  The first is Ráðhús Reykjavikur. The City Hall of Reykjavik.

Yes, I know, gentle readers, it sounds boring.  Trust me, it's actually kind of impressive.  Don't believe me?  Take a look:

The southern approach of the Ráðhús, as seen from around the midpoint of Tjömin, a lake in the middle of town

And, my final pic before I got to the library, a statue by Einar Jónsson, which has intrigued me every single time I've walked past it on my way to or from the University. So I had to get a better look, because, really, look at it:

Is it a Cthonic Horror...

...or a badass hero?

After a bit at the library, I headed over to Paul, Ryder, Rouan and David's place for dinner.

And this is where things start to get ugly.

First off, Rouan asked if I wanted an appetizer. When I asked what that would be, he produced this:

Yes, it says 'Cheese Shark'

Sure, it looks inoffensive now, but ye gods, the smell!

Now, fortunately for everyone involved in reading this, you can't actually smell what we smelled. It was...ripe. It was like a bucket of two-day old urine* mixed with the scent of fish. Unpleasant, that.

Of course, that didn't stop any of us (except for Paul, who was smart) from trying it.

Observe:

I look excited, don't I?

And Philipe left the cage...and all was lost

You'll notice I'm no longer smiling

And it wasn't just me who had that reaction.

No no.

Every.
Single.
One of us.

Ryder, contemplating what he's just done to himself

Rouan, realizing what he's just done to himself

David, ashamed at what he's just done to himself

I will tell you right now, though, by no means was it the worst thing I've ever had in my mouth.** I probably wouldn't do it again without copious amounts of Brennivín, but still.

Of course, I can still feel it in my sinuses which is an unfortunate side effect.

And, finally, I came across this little sign in front of the Laundromat Cafe the other day and realized that the kind of people who read this blog would appreciate it:

So there you have it, ladies, gentlemen and those of you who choose not to be so constrained. There will be more photo posts eventually, including, if I'm able, a trip through CCP Studios Reykjavik, photos from British Invasion II: Electric Boogaloo and the Þingvellir/Reykholt trip.


*Yes, there is a story to that. No you may not know it.
**See above.