Documenting my trip through Iceland; debating on coming back to Toronto
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A few pictures I took all before 9a.m. on February 22 in Reykjavik, Iceland.
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Nick’s Icy Adventure - Feb. 22, 9:30a.m., Written at Matsedill Coffee Shop
Writing this piece extremely tired and jet-lagged, so bear with me. I landed in Iceland this morning at 5a.m., just in time to see jack shit on the way in - yes, I'm talking about the pitch-black skies of Iceland (even as I write this at 9a.m. it's still sorta dark out… da fuck). Before I dive into what I've done so far, I want to let you all know that you should never book your hostel/hotel for the day you arrive - book it the day before so that you can get there and go the fuck to bed!
Because I'm an idiot and decided not to take the smart advice mentioned above, I've found myself missioning around Reykjavik looking for cool things to snap pictures of and learn more about. In the process, I think I've already been frost-bitten - the wind-chill is no joke here.
So far, I've walked through a small little neighbourhood that seemed pretty family oriented. I will say, the architecture in this city is nothing less than f-u-c-k-i-n-g gorgeous. Whether it's an apartment or a house, I think I pictured living in everything I passed by (yeah it may be cold but that doesn't stop me from putting myself here permanently on my first rodeo). Aside from all my future homes, the buildings - old and new - are a sight to see. I actually feel like I'm living in virtual reality (maybe cause my 5-hour energy decided to just not work and I’m tripping) because this is completely different than Toronto - and I love it.
A few random ass things I've noticed in my short morning venture this city is that, first off, they fucking love hot dogs here. I've never seen a downtown area with so many hot dog stands - are we sure Phil Kessel ain't Icelandic? Next, they sort of really want to be America … before I touch on this, I just looked outside and it's hailing - but that won’t stop these locals from biking! Anyway, back to where I was… So, I think they really want to be America in some sense because aside from traditional Icelandic shops and restaurants, they have so many random American chains like Subway, Dominos, The Hard Rock Café (lol), and others just mixed in - are these restaurants just trying to disguise themselves and blend in, acting like nothing is weird about it? Oh well, I would put money on myself eating at each of these chain restaurants because I'm a lazy drunk! I’ve also seen a large poster of Tom Brady. Fuck Tom Brady. I think I had a third thing, but my mush brain has let it slip by - go me. Anyways, I guess I'll just mention that everyone here is hot as fuck and sounds super fancy, so that’s cool.
Well, seeing that I don't even have a blog set up as I write this (of course I set one up if you’re reading this right here right now, dummy), and the fact that I need to go venture more (time to thrive in the cold), I'm going to cut this piece here - how the fuck did I write four paragraphs after being here for all of five minutes? Maybe my brain isn't mush after all!
Talk to you fucks (aka myself) soon! Hope you dig the few photos I took this morning after it became a bit brighter than black.
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