My recent trip to Iceland turned out nice. An apartment populated by Hans Wegner chairs was a good start.
Reykjavik was, to be honest, a disappointment. Ugly and a bit barren somehow. The shops not so hot. The architecture East-European council estate nondescript.
But once outside of the city it was nature writ large.
Now, I’m more city than country. But even I couldn’t fail to be impressed. A glacial lake complete with icebergs. A waterfall complete with a permanent rainbow, another so big and cold it’d frozen everything around about. Geysers like boiling kettles, only not plugged in. Super big snow-topped mountains looming everywhere. Nice wooden telegraph poles stretching into the never-never. Volcanic black beaches.
I did find shops to interest me though – the supermarkets. It’s always good to see how the other half eat and package up their eats. I became rather obsessed with some yoghurt drink (actually horrible stuff) packages. Brought one home I did. Empty, of course. Looks nice on the kitchen shelf.
After all, I couldn’t bring back a mountain, could I?