25 December 2013
The Brits have it right: forget Happy Holidays, just wish people Merry Christmas
21 December 2013
10 December 2013
01 December 2013
17 November 2013
04 November 2013
02 November 2013
26 October 2013
22 October 2013
17 October 2013
08 October 2013
25 September 2013
02 August 2013
One of the more frequent words in Icelandic landscape-names is "hraun", and when not being actively ignorant, one soon learns that this means "lava".
Where the gallow comes in, I have not found out yet, but Gálgahraun is one of the few unexploited areas of its kind close to the capital.
Plans have been made to build a a highway across it to the area where the president resident lies, but environmentalists and others have protested.
One of the more odd arguments against this road, is a "seer" who says that there are "elf-churces" in this area, and that it will unfortunate to disturb these hidden people. We should respect their sites and especially not destroy their sacred hills.
I walked into the area one night, but neither saw or in other ways sensed anything from below the ground. Over me however, in the air, lots of winged creatures squeaked and agressively chased me till I was out of the area again.
(The person on the bike is not an elf, well - I really didn't ask him - maybe his name is Álfur.)
In respect for the elves, the road is narrowed and the hill will not be re-regulated and used for anything else.
at the opposite end of the road.
From here is a magnificent view over the bay from Reykjavik to Keflavik.
30 July 2013
One of the tenors was the first to show up, and he answered "ég tala bara íslensku" when I started talking to him. That did not prevent him to explain that this was also his anniversary, he had been singing since the church was built. "Ég er gamall, sjötíu ára" he said when I looked confused - he did not look like a 70-year-old.
He also told me that his son lived in Norway and "hann hafa tvær dætur, ég er afi!"
He ensured himself that I understood what "afi" meant and repeated that his son had two daughters. "Farfar, bestefar" I replied. He repeated me and was happy.
The most important was now said, and he had to join the other members who now showed up one by one.
Hildur - one of the farmers in the area - gave me a self-ironic anxious look. "That is Hekla. It uses to have an eruption every 10 years, and now it is 12 years since last time."