Raw Shark Anyone?
Trip Start Aug 02, 2010
12Trip End Oct 22, 2010
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Anyway. I've already blogged about Iceland, but I must share a few things on day number 2 in this mystically country.
You see, we were fortunate enough to know someone from Cochrane, Ontario who was visiting the island, and we hooked up with her on day number 2 of our trek. Marcus and I boarded a bus from Reykjavik to Keflavik, a little town (let's face it, they are all little in Iceland) of approx. 9,000 people. We boarded the bus to the city centre, and of course, being a little exhausted, both Marcus and I dozed off. Bad idea for sure. We woke up to barely anyone in the bus, and the bus driver turned to us and asked where we needed to go. We told him, and in broken English he advised us that we missed our stop, and it was approx a 20 minute drive away. That's a drive away, not a walk. What know? We are in the middle of nowhere.
Now you have to understand... In the middle of nowhere is as if someone drugged you, you pass out, and low and behold, you end up in the middle of Moosonee. So we started walking in the general vicinity of where we needed to go. Hey, it's all part of the experience right? On a side note before I continue on, I’ve been on the road now for 4 odd days now. The old Alex, probably would have stressed right out, panicked, and made a bit of a scene. But I’ve got to tell you, I rolled with it. What can you do? I’m already starting to change.
Anyway, we end up passing by a football pitch (that’s soccer for you guys) and a gentleman walks out and we ask to use his cell phone to call Marcus’ friend. We speak to her, advise her where we think we are, and as if this guy was sent by an angel, he ends up driving us to where we need to go. Now I’m not much of a religious lad, but it’s weird how things happen for a reason.
Anyway, not to drag this on, but seriously, what else do you guys have to do but read this blog, work? Change diapers? Suckers….
He drove us to a pub where we were to met our friends. We obviously sat there and drowned our sorrows, if you can say getting lost in a little shanty town in the middle of Iceland as sorrows (man life is grand) and drank with the locals until the wee hours of the nights. I say night reluctantly as in Iceland, the sun does not go down until about 12:30 in the morning, and it comes up again around 3 am. There is only about 2 and half hours of darkness in total at this time of year in Iceland. Rather crazy if you ask me! You go to the pub, its daylight, and you leave the pub, hey, daylight.
They say that Icelanders can drink anyone under the table, but let me tell you, we put up a great fight. We made a few friends, and I even learnt about some Viking history from one of the drunken locals, whom Marcus thought I was getting into a fight with.
When we made it back home, we were a bit hungry. What do Icelanders eat as quick fix me up. You guessed it, raw shark. Raw god damn shark. Are you kidding me? I grew up with a trout pond in my backyard and rarely ate any of it. How am I going to put back this raw shark meat? With a vodka chaser perhaps? I did it. I’d love to say that I thoroughly enjoyed the experience, and that it opened my eyes, but it didn’t. I ended up throwing up in my own mouth (none the wiser) and acted like it was the best thing, since, well, shit on toast.